Shellfishing Prohibited at Mill Landing

I caught this guy red-handed down at the Mill the other day.


Boy, he sure looked guilty as all get-out, clutching a big juicy fish with his left talon.


Yet he insisted…


As he flew away, with feathers ruffled, that he was only “fishing”…

Not “shellfishing”!


And you know, he was right!!   😉

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Our Last Catch of the Day

It can be the simplest thing that catches my eye for a photo when I am out late shooting at Mill Landing.

One last photo for the day as the sun sets lower and lower.

It might be a brown duck, paddling along in the creek.

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MillLanding38Last night, as the light was truly fading fast, I spotted this lone seagull.

Gliding quickly back and forth, back and forth over the shallows, he was clearly in a hurry.

forestbeachloop974-blogRacing to beat the setting sun, he would hover, then dive. Glide, hover, and dive, again and again.

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forestbeachloop975-gray-blogStill, undeterred he would fly up again, hover, then dive…

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A big fat crab, hurray! And he was up and away with his prize!

forestbeachloop978-blogLanding on the nearest mud flat, he dropped his catch…

forestbeachloop979-gray-blogTaking his time, he enjoyed every bite.

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And thanks to him, it was mine, too!  😉

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Everyone’s Gone Shellfishin’

Shellfishing season has arrived at Mill Creek here on Cape Cod, and yesterday afternoon the Landing was a-buzz with activity when I arrived!

Almost as soon as I started down the hill…

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I spotted the first fisherman, armed with a long handled rake, waders,  and a big black tub.

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From the looks of his technique, it appeared that he’d done a few times before.

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A lone seagull, circling back and forth overhead told me that he wasn’t  the only shellfisherman hoping for a good haul that night!

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Further out, I spotted a second fisherman trying his luck on the muddy flats.

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He, too, had a buddy who was watching his every move, perhaps hoping to be the recipient of a kindhearted scrap or two!

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A third fisherman was slowly hauling his catch to shore…

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Stopping now and again to check a spot he might have missed…

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Ahhh… sweet success!

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Finally, as the light started to wane, the beach walkers were turning for home…

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And the fishermen were calling it a day, too.

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And as I turned to make my own way home, I had a hunch there might be more than a few fishermen who would sleep very well – and full – that night.  😉

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Thanks for visiting me here again at Images of Cape Cod.

‘Til next time!

Sally