I looked through my list of blog ideas tonight (in desperation) and none of them spoke to me. They didn’t even murmur.
And so I present instead an amusing cat image:

I looked through my list of blog ideas tonight (in desperation) and none of them spoke to me. They didn’t even murmur.
And so I present instead an amusing cat image:

Where: Tlahutum Regional Park (Coquitlam), Piper Spit, Burnaby Lake (Burnaby) Weather: Mostly sunny, 13-15°C
The Outing
With the weather expected to be nice today, we decided to take advantage and get in a bonus round of birding. I was a bit pooped after two days of activity, so we opted for a simple plan to hit Tlahutum Regional Park, then Piper Spit.
It’s Easter Sunday and a holiday weekend. Combine that with the weather actually being genuinely pleasant, and there were a fair number of people out. Unlike the bad old days when the pandemic was in full swing, parking was not an issue. At Tlahutum we opted to check out the community gardens first, carefully avoiding the paths that were still filled with mini (or sometimes) maxi ponds from the rains. The area is dotted with bird boxes for swallows and they were making good use of them. We got plenty of shots of them hanging out on them and, in some cases, coming in or taking off (more on this later).
After getting our supply of swallow shots, we moved onto the trails and actually did not see many birds. The main pond did have a mix of mallards, buffleheads, coots and gadwalls, which sounds great, but they tend to stay farther away from the edges–security for them, a test of our telephoto lenses for us. A few blackbirds were flapping about as well.
We moved on to Piper Spit, getting much better light than yesterday–initially almost too harsh (not that I’m complaining about the sun). We parked at the Avalon parking lot and walked the 2 km to Piper Spit, which turned out to be a good choice, not just because we’d get heart points, steps and generally healthy exercise. Nic spotted a brown creeper (which looks way more adorable than the name would suggest) and there were a few Steller’s jays eating seed off a signpost farther along the trail. Spiffy.
At the pier, there were again a lot of people, but no Sandhill cranes today. Nic did get some shots of a turkey vulture (!) flying overhead. I never even saw it. They’re sneaky like that.
Initially a lot of the waterfowl were spread out beyond the pier, snoozing and such, but a few people started throwing seed into the water and that brought most propelling madly toward us for the free food.
I practised my technique for tracking birds in motion (with limited success), using fine focus on trickier shots (more successful), while Nic was determined to get some boffo shots of swallows in flight. And he did indeed get several very nice shots. He also got enough shots of just the sky to create a skyscapes gallery. But you only need one great shot to make it worthwhile, as some photographer person said one time, probably.
My robin curse renewed itself today. The light was good, so I can’t even blame that. I don’t know what the deal is with robins. I kind of hate them now. Or maybe I hate my camera. Or something that happens between my camera and any robin I aim at.
Still, it was a good bonus afternoon of birding, with good shots, some nice sightings and the pleasant weather we had been teased with yesterday actually materializing.
The Shots
Soon™
The Birds (and other critters). Rare or rare birds highlighted in bold.
Sparrows and sparrow-adjacent:
Waterfowl:
Common:
Raptors:
Non-birds:
Where: Reifel Bird Sanctuary (Delta), Mud Bay Park (Surrey), Piper Spit. Burnaby Lake (Burnaby) Weather: Cloudy, 4-11°C
The Outing
We were promised mostly sunny skies, but it was cloudy most of the day, with a reasonably cool breeze blowing at times just to rub it in. Lousy Smarch weather.
We started at Reifel and had a migrant sighting almost immediately–a rufous hummingbird! It didn’t stick around long. The night heron, which has gradually been revealing slightly more of itself, was gone. Will it be back? Who knows. C13 and C19, two geese wearing radio devices on their necks were on hand, as was Radar1This is its official name as far as I’m concerned, a golden-crowned sparrow who is not only sporting multiple bands on its legs, but also has a wire for more technologically-accurate tracking. It’s kind of weird to think that with all the birds we encounter, that we would see the same ones multiple times. But birds have favourite hangouts, just like people. And who wouldn’t like Reifel?
Speaking of, despite the crowds, it wasn’t that bad. We went our more-or-less usual route through and these are the things I noticed:
We saw a few other rare birbs, like the marsh wren (Nic wants it noted that the marsh wrens or maybe just a particular marsh wren) is specifically taunting him. It did offer up its butt for one shot, so it at least knows what Nic likes.
A ruby-crowned kinglet also appeared, briefly, and did its usual spastic hopping inside layers of branches. Amazingly I got a shot–but didn’t have time to focus, so it’s really just a blob I can tell people is totally a kinglet.
After Reifel we headed to Mud Bay Park, which we had not been to in almost exactly three years. I donned an extra layer as by this point the weather forecast had revealed itself to be a sham. Mud Bay Park offered very nice views of Mud Bay. And really, not much else. We saw a couple of ducks, a robin and lots of highway traffic. We got a good number of steps in, I got a few bad shots of planes, and we moved on.
We rounded off the afternoon at Piper Spit, where someone had dumped copious amounts of seed all over. When I say copious, I am not exaggerating. Most of the birds were wearing the stuff, particularly the geese and blackbirds, who are never the neatest eaters at the best of times. We saw multiple buffleheads, which was neat–they seem to be showing up regularly here now–and there were swallows darting about, daring you to capture them mid-flight. Nic has made it his mission this year to do so, right after or possibly right before getting the ultimate marsh wren shot.
A couple of Sandhill cranes were back at Piper, but the crowds made it tricky to shoot them. Being Sandhill cranes, they didn’t care at all about all the people finding them neat and/or adorable.
The sun even came out a bit at the end, allowing us to get a few shots in decent light. We paid by having to wait for not one, but two trains, as we left,. I took pictures. When life gives you lemons and all that.
The Shots
Soon™
The Birds (and other critters)
Sparrows and sparrow-adjacent:
Waterfowl:
Common:
Raptors:
Non-birds:
Good news: I am down in weight again!
Weird news: If you go by stats alone, it appears I’ve lost muscle and gained a little fat.
Better news: That’s not really what happened. Or at least it’s not as bad as it looks.
Basically, I did not run as much in March for various reasons, and that’s pretty much the slight loss of muscle mass. My calves are a little less sexy. The mass will come back in a few weeks. The important thing to remember is muscle is denser than fat, so losing some muscle will show up more. It also affects the overall make-up of my body, which is why my body fat is pretty much unchanged, despite losing weight. I did lose fat, but not enough to offset the muscle contraction, so as an overall part of my weight, it remains consistent. As I run more and keep away from the snacks, this should change, and the body fat percentage will finally yield and fall below 25%.
I had one Kit Kat bar this month. It was on sale.
Here’s to getting closer to 160 pounds by the end of April (I hold no illusions that I could magically lose 7.8 pounds in one month).
Stats:
Weight: January 1, 2024: 172.3 pounds Current: 167.8 pounds Year to date: Down 4.5 pounds March 1: 170.2 pounds March 31: 167.8 pounds (down 2.4 pounds) Body fat: March 1: 25.8% March 31: 25.9% (up 0.1%) Skeletal muscle mass: March 1: 30.2% March 31: 29.9% (down 0.3%) Body water: March 1: 54.2% March 31: 54.1% (down 0.1%) Historical: January 1, 2022: 182.8 pounds
It’s incomplete and may never be finished, so I’m not posting it, but I was inspired to finally doodle something after being inspired by Chris Silverman, who makes drawings in Apple Notes, which is just as weird as it sounds. He also draws weird things, which I love.
You can see his work at notes art.
I did not use Apple Notes, I used Procreate on my iPad Pro, but I mimicked the look and feel by using the same 3″ x 5″ canvas and using a combo of pencil and charcoal brushes. It was fun, and I’ll be doing more, which I will actually post. I’ll also mix things up as I progress, so the work becomes less homage and more my own. (I drew a night scene showing a cliffside beach against a gray and foreboding sky.)
Here’s a piece of one of Chris’s recent drawings to give a taste. I highly recommend visiting the site, checking out his work and his process.


I did run on Monday or Wednesday. I sort of had an excuse on Monday, but Wednesday was just me not feeling like it (the weather was bad, too). Today, even though it’s a stat holiday, I headed out. It helped that the weather was mild and pleasant–actually feeling warmer than the reported temperature.
Because it’s Good Friday, I expected more people than usual on the trail and as I started out, running clockwise, I had a wacky idea, which was to head down the Avalon Trail and then, instead of turning onto the South Shore Trail and the usual loop around the lake, to keep going straight onto the Freeway Trail, which is noisy and not very scenic.
And I did!
I ran around 2 km, basically the entire length before it becomes paved, and turned off at the second-to-last point to get back onto the main loop. I encountered two people walking and a giant group of cyclists, though they passed by without incident. I was otherwise by myself, save for the constant roar of the traffic from the highway, which is surprisingly close to the trail at some points.
As for the run itself, I started strong at 5:35/km, then flagged to 5:53/km. I got my proverbial mojo back and finished at a perfectly cromulent 5:44/km, an improvement over my last pace. Unlike the last run, I didn’t experience any issues. The weather probably helped.
It was nice to get back out.

Stats:
Run 860 Average pace: 5:44/km Training status: Maintaining Location: Burnaby Lake (CW) Start: 12:26 p.m. Distance: 5:02 km Time: 28:49 Weather: Partly cloudy Temp: 10-11C Humidity: 69-65% Wind: light BPM: 153 Weight: 169.0 Total distance to date: 6185 km Devices: Garmin Forerunner 255 Music, iPhone 12, AirPods (3rd generation) Shoes: HOKA Speedgoat 5 (325/602/927 km)
This will be a quick one, because it’s just me explaining why it’s been a while since I had an update. Mainly, I have been preoccupied with other more pressing matters and this has taken time away from my search. I’m also increasingly skeptical that any alternative will give me what I want, despite my issues with WordPress, which means I might just stay with WordPress. But we’ll see.
I’ll have a more detailed report in Part 5, in which I will have actually tested write.as, as promised earlier.
Brunette River showing more green along its shores, plus a bonus great blue heron in the lower-left corner. Ignore the bit of the new SkyTrain maintenance yard construction also on the left. As the vegetation does it thing over the next few months, most of that should be blotted out, preserving the illusion of untouched nature.
I like these kinds of illusions.

Sometimes I feel like my life is just there to provide fodder for my fiction. I wonder how common this is for people writing fiction. Sure, you change the names, maybe the profession if it’s mentioned, but I have cut whole chunks from my life and put them into my fiction, sometimes well-disguised, other times not. Sometimes I just carry the feel (or vibe, as the kids say) over from my reality, not actual details.
I have a feeling I am stating the obvious here, but we all learn things in our own way, at our own speed.
I wonder what fiction I’ll be writing by year’s end. I’m not sure if I want to know, and at the same time am deeply intrigued.
I have nothing else to offer tonight except this cat acting fierce toward its own shadow.