February 18th, 2011

Around the same time as indicated in the post below – 1999 or so – I took Al and another friend for a walk out along the Grand River at the end of Zeller Drive. I had been seeing a shrike fairly regularly at a spot on the drive there. As we approached that spot I said “this is where I often see the shrike”, and sure enough the darn thing flew across the road and landed, conveniently, at the top of a small tree. We pulled over, as birders are known to do, and had a good look at this very unique bird.

All this shrike talk has me thinking I’ll take some time this weekend to scout out some favourite haunts and see if I can’t locate a shrike – or at the very least a blue jay…