At Long Last, Goslings

I’ve been hearing from the locals lately that the Mill Landing Canada geese were seen out and about with their goslings on Mother’s Day.

Naturally, I’ve been waiting for them ever since, camera in hand. Mornings, evenings, scanning the tall grass along the shoreline at Taylor Pond. No goslings.

One morning I did see a pair of Canada’s circling Taylor pond, back and forth, back and forth. Their movements were mesmerizing, so fluid and graceful.

I must have taken 70 shots, certain that any moment I was going to see a fuzzy-headed gosling or two. The pair finally disappeared in the tall grass at the far end of the pond. Not a single gosling in sight.

Last night after a short photo session at Mill Landing, I was turning to head up the hill when all of a sudden, I saw them.  At the entrance to Taylor Pond, glowing in the last rays of the setting sun.

I had all I could do to stop trembling and get a few shots. The adults were moving the goslings along quickly and I could see that they weren’t going to be in the sun for very long, once they hit the water.

The goslings stuck tight and close to the parents. And the parents, never took their eyes off of me.

As they passed along in the shadows – and safety – of the seawall at the opening to Taylor Pond, the parents kept their family focused and moving.

I counted 6 goslings in all, heading straight toward me in a nearly perfect line.

As they got closer, I could see that the parents were slowing their paddling, looking at me and from one side of the channel to the other. It was becoming clear to me that these good parents were not going to bring their precious babies any further up the channel so long as I was standing there so close to the shoreline.

When it seemed as if they’d almost stopped, I decided it was time for me to move along and give them “the path”.

Now some might say it was silly of me to back out of “the picture”. Yet while I have as great a passion for taking images of the wildlife that I find as anyone you’ll ever meet, it is never my intention to interrupt or to disturb the wild things that I see. No photo is worth that. Not to me.

So I bid them all, “Goodnight!’ And “See you soon!”

Until next time, I’ll be dreaming of the chance to see these tiny goslings again…  😉

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Easter Comes to the Cape Cod Scrub Pines

Easter comes in all shapes, sizes and colors.

And here on Cape Cod a new tradition seems to have caught on – Easter Egg Trees!

It’s an old German tradition known as the Ostereierbaum, the decorating of trees with brightly colored Easter eggs.

Be they enamel, wood or the Christmas Tree plastic variety, these eggs seem to be full of a special kind of whimsy and magic.

So why not start a new tradition next year, and decorate a tree with some Easter eggs?

It’ll sure give that tough old pine of yours a facelift like no other, and make every passerby smile to boot!  😉

Happy Easter everybody!  😉

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Brindle Dog on the Beach

Saw THE coolest brindle dog on the beach last night, his stunning coat on fire with the sunset.

forestbeachloop1022-web-medAnd he was all over the place!

Running through the dunes, down to the water’s edge and back again.

A veritable blur of flopping ears and tail a-wagging.

I think he was as happy as me to finally see the SUN!  🙂

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Birds of Grace

Sometimes I cannot believe the birds who grace this tiny lens of mine.

redtailhawk17-blogDo they know how much I need their “wildness”?

hawk3-blogTheir stunning beauty?

redtailhawk11-blogDo they know how I long to fly with them, or sit high as a bird on a wire?

redtailhawk12-blogI respect their wildness more than words can say. I would never want to change them.

redtailhawk15b-blogAnd so, from time to time our paths cross, and we look upon one another.

redtailhawk13-blogWithout planning or purpose, we meet eye to eye.

redtailhawk14-blogI have no idea why they don’t just fly away. Why they allow me to stay with them for a while.

But whatever it is within these amazing creatures that allows me to catch a glimpse of their magic…

redtailhawk9b-blogFor that I am most grateful.

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Christmas to Me

Christmas has become a very simple time for me.

The “what do I want for Christmas” isn’t about “the stuff” anymore. It’s about the moments.

Like seagulls chattin’ on a jettie.

redriverbeach36-blogThat splash of Christmasy red, here and there.

redriverbeach39-blogA quiet walk somewhere special, the kind that makes your heart sing.

forestbeachloop1010-blogA meal shared with friends…

forestbeachloop1009-blogAnd the new friends made in the process.

forestbeachloop1006-blogThe real lights of Christmas that never lose their glow…

forestbeachmarsh58-blogThe unexpected whimsy of the season…

forestbeachmarsh54-blogThe real “presence” of Christmas. The only ones that really matter.  ❤

marmee416-blogMerry Christmas, everybody.  ❤

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