O for a little peace.
When you’ve put into harbor, dropped the anchor.
For better or for worse,
The day is done.
Sunset at Stage Harbor, Chatham
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! 😉
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.
And of course they would then fight over them, as gulls always do.
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.
And off they’d trot on tiny little legs, with their belly full of scallops!
If it is even possible, I think now I love them even more… 😉
One morning I was photographing terns and Laughing Gulls on the creek side of Red River Beach.
It was one of those quiet mornings, just me and the birds.
Tipping my camera skyward, I wondered if I could catch a glimpse of what it was.
Aha! A young osprey, his talons clutching a fresh catch, streaked across the sky above me…
They made a few passes, screaming challenges back and forth.
Until I heard the fish fall with a great plop! in the grass.
The osprey flew off, all was quiet.
And guess who won?
With supreme satisfaction.
This time. 😉
The other morning when I arrived at Cockle Cove…
In fact the shallow water made it even easier to keep a hold of the wriggling crabs.
I love mornings at Ridgevale Beach.
For the light.
For the birds I find there.
Some flying low over the tidal flats…
Complete with twinkling stars on shimmering blue.