Each of us has our own way of greeting the morning.
Monday, or otherwise…
I know the calendar tells me it’s Spring.
But here on the Cape, it just takes a bit longer for it to arrive.
(Soon THIS occupant, will be looking elsewhere for his perch!)
If you look really close, that is.
I guess I love the quiet, the peace of our winters here on the Cape so much that I find myself soaking up every minute before the “busyness” of summer lands once again on our sandy shores.
Winter, spring, fall, and yes, summer too! 😉
And Happy Spring!
There was a chill breeze blowing when I made it to the top of the dune at Spruce Hill Beach for the sunset.
I had just enough time to get a photo of Old Higgins Farm Windmill.
With that silver of a moon.
On Winter Solstice night.
This was my first sighting of a Snowy Owl.
He was just about the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Ahh… A flock of Canada geese, honking their way across the marsh.
Where did you come from, my fine Snowy friend?
My head was full of questions and my heart, with pure JOY.
Just then – he turned and looked at me.
And just like the first time that a Cooper’s hawk looked me straight in the eye…
I knew that I would never be the same.
Happy Winter Solstice everybody! 🙂
For several years now, I’ve done a walk with my camera from Forest Beach to Mill Landing and back again; my “Forest Beach Loop”.
This area is like a sanctuary for me. The walks not only restore my spirit but they’ve also become a glorious way to share the amazing beauty that is here on Cape Cod.
Which is what made yesterday such a sad and stunning day for me.
I had just reached the top of Osprey Hill when I heard the BOOM!
Then all was quiet.
Scanning the marsh below me I spotted something I never thought I’d see here before – a straw bale.
My heart sank for I knew what it meant: hunting season had come to Forest Beach marsh.
How can this be? I thought as I headed toward Mill Landing. In such a densely populated area, with all of the houses that line the marsh’s edge, where people walk their dogs and their children right there along the marsh? Seriously?
I made it to the Mill but instead of my usual excitement about reaching this beloved destination, I was filled with dread.
And sure enough, I could see the straw bale straight out from the Landing across the estuary; so close I decided to get behind the short stockade fence in case I heard more shots.
My hands were stone cold. I did not take my camera out, I did not take a single photo.
I guess I knew it even then — I would not becoming back to Mill Landing until hunting season was over.
The wild animals I have come to know here at Mill Creek are my teachers and my friends. My connection with them is strong; my respect for them, stronger.
As I walked along in the dimming light I thought about the Canada couple this summer who shared their beautiful family with me.
I also thought about the family of baby Black Ducks I had come upon up at Taylor Pond in late August. Boy, their Mama sure looked proud!
I’d never forgive myself if one day I was walking down the hill to the Landing only to see how my presence had sent a flock of geese or ducks into the air, heading straight for the gun barrels only yards away.
No photo is worth that risk.
In the meantime, I’ll be searching for beauty elsewhere.
And living for the day in late January when I am once again walking down that hill to Mill Landing at sunset.
Be well, dear Friends, you are in my heart.