Fishing for Magic, at the Side of the Road – Day 14

I could have SO easily gotten rear-ended, but I could not resist pulling over to the side of the road and leaning out the window for this cutie!


For your viewing pleasure, one of our glorious Lady Kingfishers of Red River!


And don’t you just LOVE the DOO??


Yes, I do.

And the magic that is so uniquely and noisily and charmingly… Kingfisher.   ❤

 

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Crazy as a Loon – Day 10

I love the days when the ice is just starting to freeze in the harbor, especially right around sunset time.


Nobody in their right mind would be caught dead out there besides me.

Well, except maybe the loons.


I can usually hear them, long before I see them.

Out in open water, thrashing and splashing with something they’ve just caught from the deep below.

As soon as they surface with their catch, they are determined to crack it open before the gulls descend to snatch it away.


Turning it this way, then that I can hear them go at it, clack-clack-clack!


Diving beneath the surface whenever the shell slips away from them, they get a grip on it again in the icy waters below where they are so at home, so agile.


Managing it all with just a dagger-like bill, amazing balance and powerful legs – and no hands!


Finally, at long last, they free some juicy, fleshy crustacean from its shell and down it goes with one gulp!


Then, they take a drink, and do it all over again.

And there am I, crouching by the water, their enraptured audience; tugging at fingerless gloves every few shots as I shiver with the cold.

Yet smiling, the whole time.

Am I nuts to do this?

Well, maybe just crazy.

Crazy as a Loon.  😉


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.  ❤

Bless the Beasts – Day 6

This morning I am remembering a happier time.

I am remembering one foggy morning this past Spring when I came upon a mother Black Duck and her new family.


And the only thing these ducklings knew back then was the love of their Mum…

How warm she kept them at night on the nest, how good things tasted as they learned to find them!


And today all I can hear in my head are the words of this song as I think of these little ones now, coming into harm’s way.

“Bless the beasts and the children;
Light their way when the darkness surrounds them;
Give them love, let it shine all around them.”


“Give them shelter from a storm…”


“Keep them safe, keep them warm.”

– Songwriters: Barry De Vorzon / Perry L Botkin

Dreaming today… of a better day for them all.


❤ ❤ ❤

Red Boat Skipper

The other morning at Wychmere Harbor, I got the chance to meet the Skipper of this lovely red boat.


And such a handsome fellow he was, standing there, still as a statue.

It looked as if he’d just finished his breakfast and a good morning’s preening…


As he waited for his Bufflehead crew to arrive.


I didn’t want to get in the way as they prepared to cast off, so I headed on by, smiling as I thought…


My! how I do love the winter here on the Cape.

It gets so quiet, and you just never know who you’re going to meet next!


😉