Toronto in the Mist

This morning I stood in the fog with a few others waiting for migrating shorebirds called whimbrels to count as they flew by. We felt like we were castaways on a deserted island surrounded by mist so thick the city disappeared and for a while and we could only hear the birds, not see them.

Hundreds, maybe thousands of cormorants streamed by. Spotted sandpipers called as they flew around the rocks on the shore marking their territory. Red-winged blackbirds fought and song sparrows sang nearby.

It was worth getting up at 5:30! Tomorrow we do it all over, waiting for whimbrels as they fly to the arctic.