Bright and sunny at 8:30 in the morning with clouds in the west fast approaching. On sideline 34 (south from Concession Rd #3) there was a RTH once again but I was facing south, into the sun, and a photo was out of the question. After making a u-turn at the end of the sideline I crawled north again. Well, I didn't actually crawl because that would be unseemly. I drove very, very slowly. Not until I was once again close to the concession road did I notice a modest flock of snow bunting in the field to the west (south of the concession road). This flock of maybe 50 birds hardly remained airborne at all. It would take flight, staying close to the ground, and merely relocate to another patch of the field. Once on the ground again they disappeared from view because this was over 100 meters west of the sideline. Making matters even more frustrating was the rather high ridge of snow left by the snowplow. After about ten minutes they didn't seem to take flight again ... they just vanished. It's a mystery. The only time I interrupted my scanning of the field was to remove my shoes and put on boots and rummage through my pack searching for my nonchalance, which is never at hand when I need it. I even scaled the snow pile and sat on its crest waiting for something to happen, but without my nonchalance it was becoming tiresome and my hands were cold. Oh well, I tried. Time to go and get some Canadian groceries and sharpen my snow shovel.
