Woke up to flurries the other morning and the news of a rare bird visiting our neck of the woods. Not sure which of these was most efficient at dragging us right out of the house despite the cold but out we were. The flurries didn’t last long, but they were thicker in New Westminster (where the Red-Flanked Bluetail , normally a resident of Russia and Eastern Europe, has mis-migrated this winter). My snowman-making skills have improved since last year and it was nice to see everything bathed in white. The bird, obviously a foreigner in his unrecognized flitting motions and silhouette, had attracted a gaggle of onlookers. While I appreciate the feathered, I try to refrain from joining the bird papparazzi on these kinds of things so I have no Bluetail photo. For me, snow makes a better subject. It moves less and I don’t have to bother it while it’s already lost. Well, at least I think I didn’t bother it.