I would not have complained about the endless rain if I’d known if was going to be replaced by constant gale-force winds off the snowfields. It’s colder now than it was in the middle of winter.
The river’s edge at Walsh Pint was covered with thick black smelly oil for as far as I walked. Hope it is contained/cleaned up before reaching the shore bird areas just upstream. Dusty of course ran through it before I noticed it, so I’m engaged in my own oil clean up.
It was almost impossible to hold the camera steady, but I stalked this Brown Falcon and managed a couple of shots before leaving him to his windy perch.