Bryan Gates

Thinner, ricketier and less glossynice than the Vancouver counterpart they had up here at the cabin (it is called “Pepperland” and it is beautiful! The hippies left an amazing miniature legacy of beautiful rural retreats scattered around our part of the world, and I am glad to take them presumptuously as a part of my common patrimony), this book was still actually more of an interesting read, because of the accessible-detailed discussion of Victoria habitat regions (dry coastal forest, what we had all over the city before the brown man, full of arbutus and Garry oak, and which the brown man then transformed into Garry oak meadow and the white man into condos; coastal rainforest, outside town and all over the island, with the Doug firs and hemlock and pine and spruce we know well; coast; open ocean; wetlands [e.g. Swan Lake]; estuary [e.g. Goldstream]). So interesting! So although the pictures don’t pop as much and the book may be slightly less usefully arranged as an actual field guide, imma still give it the same amount of bones as the Vancouver guide because of those happy edutaining moments. It didn’t tell me about the birds I saw today either, though—I think they were feral turkeys, which I’m pretty sure is what everyone means when they talk about wild turkeys out here (wrongly?), and my confusion just came because a turkey up until now always looked like something fat and baleful you see at the Saanich fair, or like something fat and delicious you see stuffed with delicious times on Thanksgiving.… (plus d'informations)