Blue Sunday

With biking out of the picture, at least until Wednesday, when I'll have another CT scan done, and more likely until after next Monday, when I hope to get my cast off, my independence is limited - not a good thing for someone who has been used to getting up and going when and where the spirit moves me.  My pattern has been to go out on the bike, and meet up with Bill a bit later in the day, a perfect solution to our differing life rhythms.  So, early Sunday morning, when Black Jack and I sat on the back steps, my desire to get out there seemed a bit thwarted.  I took a photo of a pair of finches..

And one of some geese flying overhead..
And wondered about a plan for the day.  Then, I remembered Black Jack's carrier, and the possibility of taking her on city transit.  I thought of a Stanley Park adventure, hoping maybe to find the heros doing some nest repair.  Can you see her in there?  She is the most wonderful little traveler.  Just throw a treat in the carrier, and in she goes.  I walked her up to 10th, with the carrier and my camera over my shoulder, asked her to climb in when i saw the #17 coming, and away we went.  
Have I mentioned that blue is my favorite color?  A quick pass by the heronry yielded not a sign of birds or beasts, so we headed to the lagoon.  Here, a Barrows Goldeneye in a sea of blues and greens.
It obligingly turned so I could identify it by the white bar on its face.
With her four leashes tied, Black Jack was in Heaven - no other way to describe it.
A Mallard left me just about breathless.
I didn't manage to identify this one, but thought it looked stunning against the background water colors.
It turned as well, trying, I'm sure to help me out.  
Beauty pair here.
A heron after all - watching me from a tiny island out just a bit away from shore.
A pair of seagulls.
A swan, less grumpy than some I've met.  It allowed Black Jack a fairly close (but safe) investigation. spreading its beautiful feathers, and refraining from the requisite hiss.
And speaking of requisite..  a crow.
These geese were arguing..
But stopped for the perfect photo op.
Mallard female blending with the reflections.
I missed a picture of this fellow climbing up a fellow's pant leg for treats.
It did do a little pose, though.  The fellow told me there is one person in the area who keeps treats in his pocket, and the squirrel goes right in for its loot.  That would make me a tad nervous, both for myself and the squirrel.
Blue, blue skies and seagulls everywhere.
Black Jack invited me to play ball and we played game after game.  She was one happy little dog.
Even the sand seemed blue.


I'm the king of the castle......
Lilly-of-the-Valley - perhaps my mother's favorite flower.
Black Jack and I cuddled on a bench under the warm sun, at the corner of Chilco and Alberni.  An eagle flew in the distance.  Bill came to pick us up.  Off for a Wicked latte, home for a good sleep, out again for supper, and home again to do some blogging.  A great Sunday!