Return to Forest Beach – Day 71

My re-entry today at Forest Beach, from start to finish, was nothing short of magical.

A Ring-billed-gull, snatching his dinner from the sea.


A large clam shell, covered with barnacles and seaweed, bathed by one wave after another, and another, and another.


And my BRANTS!

Soaring above me and out over the water, calling to one another as they flew.

Follow me, follow me!


This way, this way!


I found the prettiest beach shrine of piled up rocks of all different colors and sizes; created by someone to whom they meant something special.


It felt so WONDERFUL to be…


HOME.  ❤

Moon Sets over Herring Gull at Wychmere – Day 25

Well, it looked like I wasn’t the ONLY one who saw the moonrise this morning at Wychmere.


I pulled in, hoping to spot an Eider if I was lucky, or maybe a Red-breasted Merganzer who’d made it thru’ the wind storm overnight.

But I got even luckier when I saw this beautiful Herring Gull, standing at her post as the moon set just overhead.


Such a gorgeous moon it was, waning from the full Wolf Moon this past week that was too overcast for us all to see.


And this gull seemed to be taking in the full beauty of the moment.


Perhaps pondering the day that lay before her…


And feeling a certain sense of hopefulness and calm

As she sallied forth, with the moon on her shoulder.  😉


 

The Gulls Had Me at Hello – Day 20

Braving the greying skies and brisk wind, I dropped in at Rock Harbor the other day as we all waited for the big storm to come in.


But it wasn’t the ice floes…


Or the golden dunes beyond the harbor that captivated me most.


For anyone who knows me, I can be standing in front of the most breathtaking landscape…

Yet it’s always THE BIRDS who pull me in and make me forget all else.

And at Rock Harbor on this bleak wintry day, it was the gulls.

“Hellllooooo!” they seemed to say as soon as I approached.


Now I know what you’re thinking, “Gulls. Those noisy scavengers, what beasts they are!”

And well, maybe you have a point.

Yet how could I possibly resist this face??


Or those pretty little legs of hers when she stood up as I walked on by?


Well as you can see, I simply could not.


She seemed to love the flattery, something gulls don’t always get from passersby who are looking for “the fancy birds”. (Adult Ring-billed Gull)


A young Ring-billed was nestled nearby, enjoying a late morning siesta.


While up ahead a row of Herring Gulls caught my attention next.


Will you just look at those profiles!  😉


Other gulls in the group were engrossed in some pretty serious preening.


I found myself captivated with the beauty of their feathers…


And their incredible flexibility as they moved slowly and methodically from head to tail!


Yet I wasn’t the only one who seemed intrigued by the gulls.


Canadas and Eiders alike stopped what they were doing, just to look.


So with all the excitement about the iced-in harbor and the darkening skies…

That day at Rock Harbor…

It was the gulls who had me at “hello”.


 

 

The Gulls of Winter – Day 8

Ahhhh, the Gulls of our Cape Cod winters…

My constant companions on shore walks, no matter what the weather might; sunshiny days full of promise or when the cold, raw winds blow.


Some would call them ordinary, pests, even scavengers, and I suppose they would not be wrong.

But I don’t think it’s the whole picture.

To me they are fascinating creatures, the proverbial Cape Cod year round residents who face the winter beach.

Like me.

During the quiet winter months, coming upon a small flock of gulls fishing along the shore when the water’s choppy is always a thrill for me.


Tenacious and focused, they dive headlong into the surf.


And sometimes, they come up empty.


In fact “sometimes”, can turn into many times!

But they don’t give up, they simply try again.

And again.

And again.

Until at last they snatch something tasty from the frigid water, be it a tasty clam, mussel or scallop.


And that’s when the real work begins.

Now they have to protect their prize, from all comers.


Flying away from the crowd they carry their treasure, gripping it as tightly as they can…

And soaring up, up, up into the air…


They reach a certain place high in the sky and then hovering in place, they let their prize fall smack! to the rocks and shells below.

And if the shell doesn’t crack on the first attempt, they snatch it up once again, and awaaaay they go!!


I’ve seen them do it over and over, and over again, however many times it takes to drop and crack that shell — and still manage to not lose it to another gull!


The bottom line?

Gulls never give up.

Not if the prize, that they prize, is worth what it takes to hold onto it…


And make it their own.  ❤

Goodnight, Chatham Light Beach – November 18, 2018

There was such a magical glow to everything last evening at Lighthouse beach in Chatham.

The sun had set and the water was at times, still as glass.


Ducks, gulls and Eiders fished just offshore…


Conversing with great gusto.


We came upon a solitary Sanderling…


Searching for bites to eat from the crab shells scattered along the shore.


And as I looked back at the lighthouse behind me, rising statuesque against the clouds…


The Constance Sea was comin’ home with her catch for the day.


Covered with a flock of gulls, eager for some sushi tidbits.


Just one of the daily rituals in a fishing village like Chatham.

 

O for a Little Peace

O for a little peace.


The kind of peace that comes…

When you’ve put into harbor, dropped the anchor.


And just for a little while,

For better or for worse,

The day is done.


Sunset at Stage Harbor, Chatham