One day last week along the boardwalk, a flock of geese, during their last weeks before migration, were closer to the harbour entrance than they normally are. Of course gulls and crows were there too.
Many of the geese were busy preening or standing with the heads tucked under their wings.
If we hadn’t seen the flock, we might have thought there were people talking in the distance, rather than geese gossiping.
New homes built across from the boardwalk are mere meters from the water where the geese hung out.
The land in this area is prepared for development now. What will become of the animals who live there?
A five minute walk further south, the remainder of the flock floated within sight of the Confederation Bridge.
The cloudy day made the muted light of this time of year resemble twilight.
Nearby blue jays were busy in the trees, watching every walker for the possibility of peanuts offered at various feeders or left on the rails of the bridge.
They talk among themselves in the trees in familiar tones as they watch proceedings.
Since our last walk here, high winds have destroyed more trees, some already cut from previous storm damage. The wind was strong enough to bend this weakened trunk.
The scene across the stream and saltwater marsh was almost a silhouette in this December morning light.
While I miss the bright light of spring and summer, I enjoy this scene in any light.