Snowy Goes Solo at Mill Landing

A lone (GORGEOUS) snowy egret tonight, down at Mill Landing.

Going solo.


I am holding onto every moment we have with these birds, before they leave us here on the Cape in just a few short weeks.

I ADORE these amazing, whimsical, elegant, photogenic birds who visit our little Cape Cod sandspit every summer.

Does it show? 😉

‘Night Snowy!     ❤

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Storm’s Comin’ on the Heels of the Full Corn Moon

The night of the full Corn Moon was also the night we knew there was a storm approaching, promising flooding in some areas.

I am usually so cheerful when I am out on a full moon walk, but this time I felt unsettled somehow.

A thick, humid haze hung over the marsh, a stiff wind was blowing and the water was churning with whitecaps.


Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something moving in the water.


It was the black duck family I’ve been spending time with lately up at Taylor Pond!

Their heads barely above the water, tightly clustered, they were swimming wildly toward me against the current.

Without saying a word, Mama Duck pressed her brood down the channel past me, around the point and out of sight.


Had something happened? Were they okay? There were only three ducklings, and just yesterday I had seen at least six.

You can be sure I’ll be checking in on them, once the storm passes over.

Meanwhile, through the haze I could see one of our osprey juvies perched on the far nest, having his dinner. Totally non-plussed by what was to come.


And a tiny chirp told me that I was not alone.  I turned and was delighted to meet this tiny pine warbler!


I noticed him gulping down the cedar berries like they were going out of style.

I asked him if he was nervous about the storm,  was he eating to calm his nerves?


What berries, who me? Nervous? ME?  he asked.


I decided not press the tiny fellow further, and he went back to his knoshing.

It was then that I began to wonder how the Snowies were faring, what their storm prep like.

You could see them out there in the marsh. Gathering together with wings a-fluttering, vertical leaps into the air and they were —


DANCING.


I sighed.

How I wish that I could learn to be more like the Snowies!!  😉

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Hot August Weekend, Cape Cod Style

Running tight on time, but I wanted to share a few of the things I spotted this weekend on the Cape.

It seemed like everything was either blooming..


Or bobbing on the sea.


Big and small.


I got scolded by a seagull who bobbed his head at me, told me it’s not polite to stare.

I ALWAYS forget that.


And I saw, in real time, the kindness of two boys bobbing along on their paddle boards who took such care not to disturb a family of egrets who were hunting for their evening meal.


Co-existing.

Neither one losing anything at all.

And gaining everything..


And of course Marmee was the center of my weekend, too.


As she is, well, everyday. Sometimes bobbing, forever blooming.  ❤

Hope you had a good weekend, too.   😉

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Party Time at the Mill

Mill Landing this weekend seemed like it was going to be all about the great egrets.

Each time I visited it seemed like any which way I turned, to the pond or to the flats, there they were.

Fishing in the shallows…

At long last, having the ‘hood all to themselves for a change.

That is, until the snowies showed up…

To join in on the fun.

‘Seems they’d heard there was a party going on, and they wanted IN!

And it looked like someone had blabbed to the black crowned night herons, as well, for they showed up and said the Snowies had been spreading the word.

 

And then the OSPREYS began to appear too, their cries filling the skies as they dipped and glided their way into the mix.

Ah well….. I guess everyone knows you never can trust a Snowy to keep a secret, after all…  😉

When all was said and done, I’m not sure who had the best time.

But I do know that if it’s the weekend, you can be sure there’s always a party goin’ on down at the Mill!  😉

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Memorial Day, Part I – Cockle Cove Beach

Memorial Day marks the beginning of the summer season here on the Cape. And yesterday, to mark the holiday, I grabbed my camera and headed to some of my favorite places.

First stop was Cockle Cove. The marsh looked pretty quiet, so I headed down to the shore…

Where I found THE most adorable willet, scurrying to and fro in the shallows in search of breakfast.

With such intensity of purpose, he waited for some movement beneath the water’s surface.

Or could he have been gazing at his lovely face in the water, just as I was??

I was thankful that this little fellow allowed me several moments to capture the beauty of his mottled brown feathers and keen eye.

Not far away, I spotted a lone snowy egret, his reflection shimmering in the still water.

Just then the sun peaked out from behind a cloud, creating a kind of misty, dreamlike quality to the water surrounding him.

What is it about these elegant birds that stills my heart, that calms me down? The moment I see one, they make me feel somehow that all is right in the world.

And knowing that the crowds were descending that very moment upon our tiny yet alluring Cape Cod sandspit, I welcomed this stolen moment of utter peace with a deep sigh.

Next stop, Mill Landing!  😉

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Steppin’ Out with My Baby

Not sure why… but I always seem to hear Irving Berlin’s “Steppin’ Out with my Baby” whenever I see the Snowies in the marsh!

“Steppin’ out with my baby. Can’t go wrong ’cause I’m in right.”

“It’s for sure, not for maybe. That I’m all dressed up tonight!” (Irving Berlin, 1948, Easter Parade)

😉

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