I was exiting a large grocery store in the Keele-St. Clair area, when I espied a large, shadowy figure slowly flapping in a southwesterly direction ... large feet trailing as this large traveller slowly moved in the crepuscular dusk, when I recognized it as a great blue heron.
Unfortunately, a somewhat myopic relative of mine was at the wheel of the refurbished Buick Wildcat, and, without warning, began an impossibly high-screeched shrieking (> 6KHz) to the tune of "Motmot! Motmot!! Motmot!!!". I'm assuming she mistook the huge ardeid's feet for the characteristic "racquets" on the tails of the blue-crowned and turquoise-browed motmots we were fortunate to encounter during an exhaustive tour of Costa Rica a few years back.
As I frantically tried to explain that the passing avian creature was a hardy heron, the Buick slammed into a long row of shopping carts, coming to rest at the automatic entrance door, which began opening and closing in a strangely soothing rhythm ...
The matter was settled (my credit card is still smoking) without law enforcement personnel involvement, and I took the wheel for the quick return to our premises. It's the darn medication more than the failing eyesight, and I apologize to the staff of Metro, who were very understanding, although unfamiliar with the Momotidae. Interesting to see the big fellow (?) up that way.
On another subject, any reports of locations of northern mockingbirds holding winter territory in Toronto and environs much appreciated!
--nb
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