Strangely, that eagle repeated the exact same sequence twice more, leaving me awestruck to have been witness to such a unique style of fishing. Yes, I do believe he was fishing, and ultimately resorting to this style because of the murkiness of the water posing limits to his visibility.
Then, after he had taken off and I made my way closer to home, a cormorant buzzed just fifty feet over my head. It was the first cormorant I had ever seen in person, but I knew that's what it was the second I saw it. Turns out, others have seen them as well.
Lastly, I listened for hours to a mockingbird while on the nightshift. I had never heard one before, and my god, are they ever loud and annoying. A co-worker who grew up in the Pembroke area thought that that bird must be about 800 kms north of it's usual range. I think we need to send it back. Yes, it's a rarity, but it doesn't shut up for hours, and it really pee pee me off when it mocks me

