O for a little peace.
When you’ve put into harbor, dropped the anchor.
For better or for worse,
The day is done.
Sunset at Stage Harbor, Chatham
Every chance I get, I run with my camera to be with the birds.
It can be the worst of days, yet just being near them takes me away.
Away to a better place.
Like it was back in early June, on the day I met a very special heron out at Cockle Cove.
I was out on my walk, feeling kinda’ blue and misty-eyed about my Marmee kitty who hadn’t been feeling well.
Searching for Snowies in the marsh, I had just come up and over a dune and there he was —
I immediately froze, then slowly readied the camera.
I knew he was aware of me, yet somehow he didn’t seem to mind.
Clearly his focus was on the shallow pools in front of him full of tiny minnows writhing and wriggling to find deeper, safer waters.
Drawn into his world, I felt like I could stay there forever.
I marveled at his beauty, his balanced movements that were at once slow and graceful yet pulsing with that charged tension known only to the wild ones.
The reason became obvious when I heard people approaching the dunes with their dogs.
When I got to Ridgevale Beach late this afternoon the clouds were AMAZING as I looked out from the channel bridge.
Down along the shore the clouds were even more breathtaking, and the water choppy as a stiff breeze and chill air reminded me that next time I need to wear more layers now that autumn is here in earnest! 😉
Yet they weren’t following the waves, as is their usual pattern, but following the gulls, up and down the shoreline.
Yet as busy as they were, one or two of them would now and again turn to look at me; giving me that old familiar sanderling gaze that has endeared them to me ever since I first discovered them many years ago.
And of course they would then fight over them, as gulls always do.
Each time they’d finish with their squabbling over whose scallop was whose, the gulls would finish their meal quickly and then fly off, screaming at one other, impatient to go find more food to fight over.
And that’s when the sanderlings would scurry in, scooping up the crumbs that were left behind.
And off they’d trot on tiny little legs, with their belly full of scallops!
If it is even possible, I think now I love them even more… 😉
I could watch Black Ducks preen for hours.
I personally find it mesmerizing; watching as together they all stretch and bend their necks, lift wings and extend limbs as if they were in some advanced yoga class! 😉
Finishing up with a nice cool drink!