The Zen of Ducks

Watching ducks paddling along in the marsh channels is a kind of Zen thing for me.

Often seen two by two, they glide together slowly, as if they were one.

Side by side, or in single file.

Pressing into the water that fans out behind them…

Yet you never hear a sound.

But if you listen very carefully, really listen… you will hear them whispering softly to one another…

 

“Paddle on, paddle on, just keep paddlin’ on…”

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Mourning Doves, Up Close and Personal

We had a family of doves crash land on our deck one summer. Four squabs in all, and fun to watch ’til the day they flew, up and away. Leaving us with great memories — and more than just a few baby dove poops to clean up!  😉

Yet even after this personal experience with doves, until I started taking pictures… this was how I always saw them.

From a distance, the only thing I knew about these birds was how much I loved their soft, lamenting coos, at once plaintive and calming.

Yet once the camera brought me closer I could see how stunningly elegant they were.

A dove’s feathers are more colorful than I ever imagined – light gray and buffy colored overall, with black spotted wings and black-bordered white tips to their long tail feathers.

And they also have these two really cute pinky-red pebbly feet!

Feet that amazingly enough, as it turns out, were simply made for tap dancing!

Mourning doves also have puffy little “cheeks” that are noticeable when they look straight at you…

And that are even cuter from behind!

But perhaps the most endearing thing about mourning doves is their ability to charm you.

If you let them look at you.

No. I mean reeeeaally look at you.

And trust me, if you do, they will steal your heart away.

Forever and a day.  ❤

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The Sad Old Tree

Today’s the day that my Mom’s Sad Old Tree gets a haircut.

The tree’s been here ever since Mom’s family built the house back in the 50’s. An old, majestic white pine that has seen better days and waaay too many Nor’easters.

Yet no matter how old and sad the tree gets, it will always remind me of the four of us kids growing up. Playing softball in the backyard, running the bases, and smelling that sweet pine sap when we’d lean against its trunk in the shade of its enormous limbs.

And recently, this past fall, it’s where I found a hawk sleeping. And there could be no better arms to fall asleep in, no better arms in the whole world.

I visited The Sad Old Tree early this morning… Feeling more than a bit sad.

Thank goodness I had friends, to keep me company.

Just hoping that there are no birds nesting in the scrub pines near the Sad Old Tree. I’ve been hearing the doves every morning, and want them to be safe.

Feel better, Sad Old Tree. My sweet old friend.  ❤

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Singin’ in the Rain

Late yesterday afternoon I got caught in a rain shower just as I was finishing my walk around the marsh.

Now I happen to love walking in the rain. It always reminds me of Gene Kelly and his amazing dance through the puddles!

Driving home, I came upon a small flock of Canada geese having dinner in the creek at Red River.

canadageese1-blogThey didn’t seem to mind me slowing down or rolling down my window as they continued to feed on their tasty greens.

canadageese2-blogAnd just like me, they didn’t seem to mind the rain either as it continued to pour down and bead up on their feathers.

canadageese7-blogIn fact, they seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

Especially the splashing!

canadageese5-blogFinally the one gander who’d been giving me the feathery eyeball…

canadageese4-blogMust have given the signal for the rest of the flock to be on their way.

canadageese6-blogI watched them for a moment longer as they huddled together and then slowly waddled upstream.

And as I began to drive away, do you know what I thought I heard??

canadageese8-blogWhy, I could have sworn that I heard singing.  😉

canadageese9-blogThanks for visiting me here at Images of Cape Cod!

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Sunday Morning Toilette

Ahhh… There’s nothing quite like a Sunday morning to get you all caught up on those pesky chores.

Of a more personal nature.

First, the paws.

Marmee361-BlogNext, the nails.

Marmee362-BlogDon’t forget those hard-to-reach places!

Marmee365-BlogOoops — Missed a spot!

Marmee367-BlogOne last quick scratch for good measure —

Marmee383-BlogAnd when it’s all done, a nice foot bath to really make you feel refreshed.

Marmee363-BlogSuch a feeling of satisfaction. And now, we’re ready to get to work!

Well… maybe later.

Marmee385-Blog‘Til next time, thanks for visiting me here at Images of Cape Cod!

Sally

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