There was a flock of White-winged Crossbills on Mount Seymour this morning at 10:30. What a surprise. They were calling loudly at the start of the Hyannis Connector trail, which begins at the end of Hyannis Drive. I glimpsed four at the top of Douglas Firs west of the trail. They flew east from there. That area was busy with birds (Golden-crowned Kinglets, Pine Siskins, Varied Thrush, Chestnut-backed Chickadees, Pacific Wrens . . .) and I soon discovered why. We hiked up Ned's Atomic Dustbin and the snow deepened, and what's worse, enormous heavy clumps began falling off the high trees more and more frequently as the sun came out. The forest was a roulette game of snow fall heavy and light. The bird soundscape plunged (distant Raven, lone Brown Creeper).
We didn't hear the crossbills again (we were on the mountain until 2).
I hope they stay around the local slopes.