See You Soon, Mill Landing

For several years now, I’ve done a walk with my camera from Forest Beach to Mill Landing and back again; my “Forest Beach Loop”.


And as I walk along, I look for beauty — in the dunes, in the air, along the creek.

This area is like a sanctuary for me. The walks not only restore my spirit but they’ve also become a glorious way to share the amazing beauty that is here on Cape Cod.

Which is what made yesterday such a sad and stunning day for me.

I had just reached the top of Osprey Hill when I heard the BOOM!


Within a split second I heard a duck on the wing, quacking loudly in the marsh below and landing abruptly – and alone – in one of the shallow creeks.

Then all was quiet.

Scanning the marsh below me I spotted something I never thought I’d see here before – a straw bale.

My heart sank for I knew what it meant: hunting season had come to Forest Beach marsh.

How can this be? I thought as I headed toward Mill Landing. In such a densely populated area, with all of the houses that line the marsh’s edge, where people walk their dogs and their children right there along the marsh? Seriously?

I made it to the Mill but instead of my usual excitement about reaching this beloved destination, I was filled with dread.

And sure enough, I could see the straw bale straight out from the Landing  across the estuary; so close I decided to get behind the short stockade fence in case I heard more shots.

My hands were stone cold. I did not take my camera out, I did not take a single photo.

I guess I knew it even then — I would not becoming back to Mill Landing until hunting season was over.

The wild animals I have come to know here at Mill Creek are my teachers and my friends. My connection with them is strong; my respect for them, stronger.

As I walked along in the dimming light I thought about the Canada couple this summer who shared their beautiful family with me.


Trusting me with their precious ones, just yards away….


Those precious fluff balls sure made me giggle!  😉


I felt honored to be allowed to observe them, as through the summer I watched them grow into young geese; slightly smaller versions of their parents.

I also thought about the family of baby Black Ducks I had come upon up at Taylor Pond in late August. Boy, their Mama sure looked proud!


No, I would never want to do anything to bring harm to a single one of these amazing creatures.

I’d never forgive myself if one day I was walking down the hill to the Landing only to see how my presence had sent a flock of geese or ducks into the air, heading straight for the gun barrels only yards away.

No photo is worth that risk.

In the meantime, I’ll be searching for beauty elsewhere.

And living for the day in late January when I am once again walking down that hill to Mill Landing at sunset.


Listening for those familiar honks and quacks, waiting to see the Canadas flying with wings outstretched, wingtip to wingtip.


Be well, dear Friends, you are in my heart.


In Search of More Hours

Well it’s official.

I need more hours in the day to share with you the incredible Beauty that I find here on Cape Cod.

Every time I step outside with my camera, it’s there. Right there in front of me.


Like most of us I wear several wide brim hats – custom milliner, Old Friends  sponsor, Marmee’s Mom, my Mom’s primary caregiver – I am determined to FIND those moments to do just that.


It’s that important.  ❤

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Memorial Day, Part II – Mill Landing

Mill Landing was my second stop this Memorial Day, and the neighborhood was abuzz with activity!

With the help of some recent sunshine, all the spring flowers were standing up tall and looking their best.

Across the channel, I could see beachcombers out early, hunting for shells.

And beyond them it looked like someone was taking their motor boat out for a first spin.

Above me, Papa Osprey had done well in his hunt for his wife’s breakfast…

Won’t she be pleased….  😉

And this delightful song sparrow popped up behind me with a song in his heart and quite the story to tell!

Yesindeedy, everyone was busy-busy heralding in the new summer season.

All that is, except for one.

Perhaps he’d arrived with the tourists and had jet lag…

Getting started on his summer tan, catching a few rays?

Or maybe he’d eaten too many crab legs and simply couldn’t move!? (Seagulls have been known to do that, now and again.)

In any case I had to move, for the next stop was Forest Beach!  😉

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Coming in for a Landing

There’s nothing I love more than ending my day with a trip to Mill Landing, and yesterday’s visit did not disappoint.

ForestBeachLoop895-BlogThe tide was low, and the Snowies were out fishing for their dinner.

ForestBeachLoop891B-BlogAccompanied, of course, by their buddies the Great Egrets whose tall, statuesque white bodies you can spot from a mile away.

ForestBeachLoop892-BlogThere’s nothing quite like seeing a Snowy poised to snatch a fish from the shallows, backlit with the setting sun…

ForestBeachLoop893-BlogYou just never know what you’ll see when you visit the Landing.

Perhaps a tern eyeballing what the willet’s fixing for dinner…

ForestBeachLoop896-BlogOr a host of daisies catching the last rays of the sun.

ForestBeachLoop845-BlogWhy you might even spot some crazy seagull, buzzing the osprey tower. After all, gulls will be gulls!  😉

ForestBeachLoop894-BlogIt sighed as I turned for home. It had been just the medicine I needed after a hot, hectic day in the studio. A peaceful moment, as always, when I needed it most.

ForestBeachLoop895-BlogThanks for visiting with me!

Sally

 

 

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