A Heron Green Kind of Day

Every chance I get, I run with my camera to be with the birds.

It can be the worst of days, yet just being near them takes me away.

Away to a better place.

Like it was back in early June, on the day I met a very special heron out at Cockle Cove.

I was out on my walk, feeling kinda’ blue and misty-eyed about my Marmee kitty who hadn’t been feeling well.

Searching for Snowies in the marsh, I had just come up and over a dune and there he was


Standing like a statue along the edge of the channel at low tide in all his feathered splendor.

I immediately froze, then slowly readied the camera.

I knew he was aware of me, yet somehow he didn’t seem to mind.

Clearly his focus was on the shallow pools in front of him full of tiny minnows writhing and wriggling to find deeper, safer waters.


Just watching him through my lens, I got completely absorbed in what he was doing.

Drawn into his world, I felt like I could stay there forever.

I marveled at his beauty, his balanced movements that were at once slow and graceful yet pulsing with that charged tension known only to the wild ones.


Just then he gathered himself as if he was about to mobilize.

The reason became obvious when I heard people approaching the dunes with their dogs.


In a heartbeat, he was off!


But not before I got a chance to thank him for the pleasure of turning my not-so-good day…


From misty blue to heron green.  😉

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Gulls and Sanderlings – Opportunity and Abundance

When I got to Ridgevale Beach late this afternoon the clouds were AMAZING as I looked out from the channel bridge.


Down along the shore the clouds were even more breathtaking, and the water choppy as a stiff breeze and chill air reminded me that next time I need to wear more layers now that autumn is here in earnest!  😉


Just then I looked toward Cockle Cove Beach, and I noticed an animated bit of activity there among the gulls and sanderlings.


The sanderlings, one of my favorite shorebirds, were trotting along the shore, back and forth, back and forth, even more frenetically than usual.

Yet they weren’t following the waves, as is their usual pattern, but following the gulls, up and down the shoreline.


Yet as busy as they were, one or two of them would now and again turn to look at me; giving me that old familiar sanderling gaze that has endeared them to me ever since I first discovered them many years ago.


Meanwhile, all along the shore the gulls were in the air, scanning the churning chop for scallops, hovering for a time and then plunging down, down into the froth!


More often than not, UP they’d come with tiny scallops in their bills, and carry them to shore.

And of course they would then fight over them, as gulls always do.


It was then that I noticed something…

Each time they’d finish with their squabbling over whose scallop was whose, the gulls would finish their meal quickly and then fly off, screaming at one other, impatient to go find more food to fight over.

And that’s when the sanderlings would scurry in, scooping up the crumbs that were left behind.


So that’s why they were following the gulls around; waiting for their dinner to be brought to shore for them, courtesy of the hungry, noisy, greedy gulls.

And off they’d trot on tiny little legs, with their belly full of scallops!


Such smart little birds, these sanderlings, yesindeedy!

If it is even possible,  I think now I love them even more…   😉

The Zen of Preening

I could watch Black Ducks preen for hours.


A daily avian ritual, preening helps keep feathers oiled and supple, well-aligned for flight, and free of dust and parasites.

I personally find it mesmerizing; watching as together they all stretch and bend their necks, lift wings and extend limbs as if they were in some advanced yoga class!  😉


Every single feather is tended to in a deliberate, methodical fashion, from head to tail they go.


Reaching even those hardest-to-get-to places!  😉


And the reward for all this hard work?

Finishing up with a nice cool drink!


Then it’s right back to paddling and dabbling for these plucky little ducks.


Off you go now!   😉

See You Later, Dear Eider

I met one of the handsomest juvie male Eiders the other morning.


I found him preening, yet he stopped so politely when he saw me from a distance.


Because he seemed so relaxed, I snapped a few more pics from where I crouched, allowing myself to soak in his beauty.

Sadly, many of the places where I photograph our birds will soon be open to the hunters’ violence once again.

Yet no gun will ever silence the beauty and the utter majesty of these wild ones whom we love.

And so with some sadness yet a heart brimming with gratitude for the moment nonetheless, I took one more photo and whispered aloud…


“À la prochaine, mon cher”…   ❤ ❤ ❤

A Very “Great” Elegance

Sharing a very special visit with a Great Blue Heron that I met recently over at Cockle Cove one early morning.


He was fishing…


In the company of several charming Black Ducks paddling nearby.


The privilege of photographing these birds is an experience like no other for me.


Each time I visit with them holds a different kind of magic.

They can be so graceful, so elegant in their movement…


And even a bit whimsical at times!


I have them to thank for all the magic, and for allowing me to be in their presence.


And I do……   ❤ ❤ ❤

It’s Good to be Back

When I started this entry today I couldn’t believe it’s been over a month since I last blogged and I have really missed it!

When I get busy, I will often post my photos on my Facebook page, however these have not been making it to my blog!

So starting now I am going to try and blog first, then funnel everything over to Facebook.

In the meantime here is one of my very favorite images this fall.

I was out photographing at Ridgevale Beach, right around sunset.

And I kept hearing two Great Blue Herons “conversing” out in the marsh that’s near the beach.

Suddenly UP they both flew, one chasing the other.

Then, all went quiet.

After a time I spotted one of the Great Blues flying out over the water, against the pinkest sunset sky.

Here is that magical moment…