More new Spring Arrivals came in for a landing yesterday, to our foggy Red River marsh.
It never ceases to amaze me how magical the light and colors can be, even on such a dreary day as it was…
Well it looks like spring has finally decided to come to Cape Cod to stay!!
The pansies are overflowing the container gardens now, their little faces smiling with delight as they dance in the soft sea breezes.
These three brave crocuses decided that sole old broken piece of lattice fence wasn’t going to stop their celebration of spring’s return, no siree!
How determined some things are to survive and grow, no matter what life throws at them?
I was driving to the marsh last evening, certain that the light was fading much too fast and the air too chill for anything to be out and about.
And then – out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of white!
A seagull? No, too tall for a gull.
Or could it BE? A Snowy? This early?
I pulled the car over and hopped out, my heart racing and my camera ready.
And there he was, a Snowy! And those glorious white feathers such a contrast to the matted brown marsh grass that framed him. He looked a bit tousled and dazed, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if the Red River creek was his very first stop.
How I have been longing for the these elegant, whimsical harbingers of spring to return. They are for sure one of my very favorite summer marsh companions and I have missed them since their fall departures.
And this clever one spotted me right away, I had but a moment to steady my trembling hands for a shot.
One click, then two, and up, up, and away he flew!
Almost as if he’d never been there.
I’ll be looking for you, dear Snowy, you and all the others as you return to this, your Cape Cod summer home! 😉
It’s that time of year.
The crocuses are braving the relentlessly raw chill of Cape Cod springtime, pushing their way up, up, up through the sandy soil and pine needles.
Soaring in over the marsh, circling high in the sky, sending their cries out to announce their arrivals.
But no time for dilly dallying!
It’s time to find your mate…
The marsh has welcomed our “fish hawks” to their summer home once again.
Their familiar spring rituals have begun.
All is well, all is well. All is truly well.