After our sessions on Sunday I spent a few hours walking around the city. (In fact, I walked from the Eaton’s Centre all the way up to the Pottery Barn Kids on Bloor Street where I bought a pricey alarm clock that doesn’t seem to work. Gah.)
On the walk back I was hot and tired and in desperate need of a shaded park bench away from the crowds. I happened upon the park behind Collage Park. I bought a drink and a light lunch happily sat myself down under a tree.
Suddenly there was a flutter in the branches above me. I looked up into the tree under which I was sitting to see the tail feathers of a big bird. My first thought was that it was a gull. But how could it be a gull? They don’t perch in trees. I leaned forward and saw this:
Let’s zoom in on that, shall we?
He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.
He gave a shriek and was gone. Pigeons and gulls scattered to the wind. I watched the ruckus unfold, happy to have spied some wildlife in the big city.
