What we see..

Black Jack sees cats wherever she goes.  In the building where I live, several people walk their cats regularly, in the way that most people walk their dogs.  There are lots of neighborhood cats as well.  Black Jack cannot walk by the corner of Alma Street and 4th Avenue without checking on Fat Cat at Amy's "Garden Party" shop.  Fat Cat lives at the shop.  He is getting old but he has a good life and he is happy.   Normally, when Black Jack looks in the window after business hours, Fat Cat is sound asleep on a nice soft couch, but last night, he came to the window, and they took a good look at each other.

Speaking of Black Jack, she has been a sick little dog today, and this evening, I see a subdued shadow of her normal self.  I didn't give her any supper, hoping to get her digestive system back on track, and although she looked a bit disappointed, she didn't object as I expected.  She has slept most of the evening in my arms.  I am worried, but have decided to hang in until tomorrow.  If she is still the same in the morning, a visit to the vet will be necessary.

I see these flowers everywhere I look lately.  They are all around my school in North Vancouver.  
A lady walking her dog saw me taking pictures of them, and told me they are called Butterfly flowers.  Lovely name.
This little bird seems to like them too.
I sit on this ledge when I get a chance.  It is about a 3-minute walk from my school.  
From that ledge, I watch the seals.  There are at least 25 of them.  I like these two, end to end, with a third watcher trying to figure out how to fit into the picture.
This one looks for fish.  I see its whiskers, and for some reason, my heart melts.
The crow and seal take a good look at each other.  They are quiet, but I think they are having a conversation.  Any thoughts on their dialogue?
The seabus goes by, as the father osprey eats his fish.  Maybe a sunfish?

Here, mama calls to the father before she leaves the nest.  

I think she is telling him that she needs a short break, and reminding him to watch the nest while she is gone.  She never seems to stay away more that about two or three minutes.

For the past few days, I have seen only tiny glimpses of the baby.  Mostly I hear it.  The moment mama stops handing over the food, it calls out in an incessantly demanding voice.  Today, I saw it sit up tall for the first time.  It seemed to be checking me out.  So did Mama. 
Can you see the food in its mouth?
Papa arrives with more food.
Mama and baby watch him leave.  He is an excellent provider.  He is never gone long, and he always seems to have a successful hunt.  I wonder how many trips he makes in a day.  I would guess at least four or five in an hour.  No wonder the baby is looking so strong.
A minute ago, Black Jack jumped off the bed, thinking she heard something outside.  We looked together, but I guess whatever it was decided to leave when I opened the patio door.  I am hoping her excitement is a sign that she is on the mend.  We will see tomorrow.