Return to Forest Beach – Day 71

My re-entry today at Forest Beach, from start to finish, was nothing short of magical.

A Ring-billed-gull, snatching his dinner from the sea.


A large clam shell, covered with barnacles and seaweed, bathed by one wave after another, and another, and another.


And my BRANTS!

Soaring above me and out over the water, calling to one another as they flew.

Follow me, follow me!


This way, this way!


I found the prettiest beach shrine of piled up rocks of all different colors and sizes; created by someone to whom they meant something special.


It felt so WONDERFUL to be…


HOME.  ❤

The Gulls Had Me at Hello – Day 20

Braving the greying skies and brisk wind, I dropped in at Rock Harbor the other day as we all waited for the big storm to come in.


But it wasn’t the ice floes…


Or the golden dunes beyond the harbor that captivated me most.


For anyone who knows me, I can be standing in front of the most breathtaking landscape…

Yet it’s always THE BIRDS who pull me in and make me forget all else.

And at Rock Harbor on this bleak wintry day, it was the gulls.

“Hellllooooo!” they seemed to say as soon as I approached.


Now I know what you’re thinking, “Gulls. Those noisy scavengers, what beasts they are!”

And well, maybe you have a point.

Yet how could I possibly resist this face??


Or those pretty little legs of hers when she stood up as I walked on by?


Well as you can see, I simply could not.


She seemed to love the flattery, something gulls don’t always get from passersby who are looking for “the fancy birds”. (Adult Ring-billed Gull)


A young Ring-billed was nestled nearby, enjoying a late morning siesta.


While up ahead a row of Herring Gulls caught my attention next.


Will you just look at those profiles!  😉


Other gulls in the group were engrossed in some pretty serious preening.


I found myself captivated with the beauty of their feathers…


And their incredible flexibility as they moved slowly and methodically from head to tail!


Yet I wasn’t the only one who seemed intrigued by the gulls.


Canadas and Eiders alike stopped what they were doing, just to look.


So with all the excitement about the iced-in harbor and the darkening skies…

That day at Rock Harbor…

It was the gulls who had me at “hello”.