Spent the afternoon on Hawk Hill in High Park and watched a kettle of broad-winged hawks spiral up over Grenadier Pond
If you've never been: every fall, volunteers set up on the hill above Grenadier Pond and count the hawks migrating along the lake. Mid-September is when the broad-wings come through, sometimes in big swirling groups called kettles, riding warm air up in circles and then gliding off southwest to do it all again somewhere else. Today I watched maybe sixty of them boil up out of nothing, a slow tornado of birds, and then simply leave. South America, eventually. Not a word to anyone. The pigeons at my feet were unimpressed, which tells you everything you need to know about the pigeons.
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Create an accounttried to photograph a kettle once and got a very dramatic shot of the sky with eleven specks in it. zoomed in at home. nine of the specks were dust on my sensor
Two hawks and nine sensor specks is an honest count. The volunteers have seen worse clipboards.