It was a great morning at Forest Beach.
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.
I could tell that it wasn’t the size or flight pattern of a brant.
So I went in for a closer look.
I do not know if my new friend ever found his oyster.
Please note: Oystercatchers here in Massachusetts generally migrate sometime in October. We are hoping that this beautiful individual will be catching his flight soon! 😉
I always look for them in the fall at Forest Beach, down along the shore.
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…
(Don’t tell them I said this, but I could have sworn I heard some snoring!)
“Say, Harry. What do you suppose she’s staring at?”
“Alright Harry, let me take a look. Everyone knows I’ve got better eyes than you.”
And sure enough, in unison and right on cue, they struck the perfect pose for me.
But by the time I reached the jettie, they had flown off!
I’ll have to break the news to them another time.
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…
Captivating me in the process with its awe-inspiring grace.
Thank you, thank you…
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.
And so relieved that I hadn’t missed one of the very best Harvest Moons ever!