I Found a Pearl

This morning I was down at Red River, creek side, in search of something different.

A real gem, something I’d never seen before.

I’d already been amused by the brants, who are always murmuring about something or other.


And bemused by the buffles who make me think of little rubber duckies as they dive and then pop back to the surface.


I was just turning to head for home when I noticed a bird fly over the channel and land quickly on the other side.

I could tell that it wasn’t the size or flight pattern of a brant.

So I went in for a closer look.


And my oh my! The first thing I noticed was this huge orange bill, gleaming in the sun!


It was beautiful, and I could easily see how it could pry open mussels and oysters with no trouble at all.


In fact this fellow was on the hunt to do just that!


I had to work hard to keep up with him as he trotted this way and that along the shore…


Poking through the shells in the hopes of finding a scrumptious treat.


The last I saw of him he was visiting with the brants.

I do not know if my new friend ever found his oyster.


But I headed for home, knowing that I’d found just the pearl I was looking for.

Please note: Oystercatchers here in Massachusetts generally migrate sometime in October. We are hoping that this beautiful individual will be catching his flight soon!  😉

Strike a Pose!

I always look for them in the fall at Forest Beach, down along the shore.


The playful sanderlings!

Tirelessly chasing the waves in and out, in and out, in and out.

They’re not so easy to follow with a hand-held point-and-shoot, but I’m persistent.

Yesterday morning,  I spotted a group of them on the sand among the gulls.

Not exactly as still as statues, but even with the stiff wind I was able to get a few nice snaps.

Some were preening…


While others were tucked in for a little Sunday morning snoozling.

(Don’t tell them I said this, but I could have sworn I heard some snoring!)


Now I suppose I shouldn’t have been eavedropping, but I suddenly heard one of the sanderlings referring to me.

“Say, Harry. What do you suppose she’s staring at?”


“Beats me. Hey, I know! Sandy, you pretend that you’re sleeping. I’ll take a closer look and see what she’s up to.”


“Hmmm…  There’s some kind of green light flashing, but I have no idea what for.”

“Alright Harry, let me take a look. Everyone knows I’ve got better eyes than you.”


Just then, a willet appeared out of nowhere, interrupting the sanderlings, spraying water beads everywhere.


“Hey you two, I’ve seen her! Over at Mill Landing, with her little green light. We think she works for Audubon, so we always strike a pose. Just in case.”


Just then two other willets flew low over the water, picking up my wannabe Audubon model as they flew by.


They landed further down the beach on the far jettie.

First one.


And then, all three.

And sure enough, in unison and right on cue, they struck the perfect pose for me.


I was just about to break the news to them that I’m not a professional photographer. That I just love beauty and just happen to think they’re beautiful.

But by the time I reached the jettie, they had flown off!

I’ll have to break the news to them another time.


Gently!   😉

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My Blue Heaven

As August approaches, I look forward to seeing our great blue herons in the marsh.

They get a bit scarce in July, seeking out the quieter inlets and coves once the tourists descend.

By August they seem to emerge again, and you see them out there with the swallows and the  ospreys.

I saw a real beauty this morning.

Moving across the marsh with such slow yet deliberate steps…

Heading for the nearby channel…

And breakfast.

Captivating me in the process with its awe-inspiring grace.

Thank you, thank you…

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Surprised by the Moon

I love a full moon. Watching it ripen into fullness as it slowly pulls us all under its magic spell.

But this year with the humid summery heat that has been so stubbornly clinging to our Cape shores, full moon time really snuck up on me and I almost missed my very favorite one of all – Harvest Moon!

When I arrived at Forest Beach it was clear that everyone was eagerly anticipating the moon’s rise as the sun slowly began its descent.

moon-harvest-sept2016-1-blogThis charming whimbrel informed me that he had postponed his migratory departure just so he could be here for the lunar display.

moon-harvest-sept2016-4-blogThe snowies and cormorants had gathered in the shallows at Mill Landing. They had the best seat in the house by far.

moon-harvest-sept2016-3-blogMeanwhile the setting sun welcomed the moon with a palette of pinky-blue-orange light along the horizon…

moon-harvest-sept2016-5-blogAs the beach grass along the dunes whispered its gentle, rustling harmony.

moon-harvest-sept2016-6-blogAlmost before we knew it, there it was! Peeping up above the horizon like a big gold and red beach ball.

moon-harvest-sept2016-7-blogYou could see the setting sun reflected in the windows of the buildings as the sun exited the stage waving “Goodnight!” to its celestial companion.

moon-harvest-sept2016-8-blogA lonely sailboat tipped its mast to the moon as it rocked slowly back and forth on the darkening waves.

moon-harvest-sept2016-9-blogWhen I turned for a moment to look in the direction of the sunset I noticed a solitary fisherman on the near jettie, celebrating the moment as he cast his line again and again.

moon-harvest-sept2016-10-blogmoon-harvest-sept2016-12-blogTurning for home I felt so rich. Rich in beauty and filled with an old, familiar excitement for the coming quiet of autumn here on the Cape.

And so relieved that I hadn’t missed one of the very best Harvest Moons ever!

moon-harvest-sept2016-13-blogThank you for visiting me here at Images of Cape Cod!

Sally

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