March is a time of awakening. It seems that the earth yawns and stretches while shaking off its shroud of winter, and dons the shawl of spring.
Spring means different things to different people. To some, spring means pints of green beer in celebration of St Patrick’s Day, to others it is the official time change that extends the daylight hours. It could be the official Spring Equinox, the sight of virgin buds springing forth into leaf, or Daffodils stretching their yellowed heads heavenward.
For me as an Islander on the West Coast of Canada, spring arrives with the Herring Run. For two weeks annually, the waters around Vancouver Island turn a milky turquoise from the spawning of thousands of herring.
I find the rolling briny waves, pregnant with the Herring Roe foam, to be the signal that warmer weather is on its way. It is when I know that the rebirth of plants and new sightings of my favorite animals and birds are just around the corner.
The resident Blue Heron let me get close enough to watch and snap photos of its fishing practices. I have been trying all winter to get close to enough to get a decent photo, and I guess my perseverance and slow steps combined with the promise of an easy meal was enough to do the trick. Just out of the range of the edge of this photo were a couple of seals keeping an eye on her and her catch.