Storm’s Comin’ on the Heels of the Full Corn Moon

The night of the full Corn Moon was also the night we knew there was a storm approaching, promising flooding in some areas.

I am usually so cheerful when I am out on a full moon walk, but this time I felt unsettled somehow.

A thick, humid haze hung over the marsh, a stiff wind was blowing and the water was churning with whitecaps.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something moving in the water.

It was the black duck family I’ve been spending time with lately up at Taylor Pond!

Their heads barely above the water, tightly clustered, they were swimming wildly toward me against the current.

Without saying a word, Mama Duck pressed her brood down the channel past me, around the point and out of sight.

Had something happened? Were they okay? There were only three ducklings, and just yesterday I had seen at least six.

You can be sure I’ll be checking in on them, once the storm passes over.

Meanwhile, through the haze I could see one of our osprey juvies perched on the far nest, having his dinner. Totally non-plussed by what was to come.

And a tiny chirp told me that I was not alone.  I turned and was delighted to meet this tiny pine warbler!

I noticed him gulping down the cedar berries like they were going out of style.

I asked him if he was nervous about the storm,  was he eating to calm his nerves?

What berries, who me? Nervous? ME?  he asked.

I decided not press the tiny fellow further, and he went back to his knoshing.

It was then that I began to wonder how the Snowies were faring, what their storm prep like.

You could see them out there in the marsh. Gathering together with wings a-fluttering, vertical leaps into the air and they were —


I sighed.

How I wish that I could learn to be more like the Snowies!!  😉








Storm Comin’

There’s a storm comin’ to the Cape this morning.

I could feel the wind starting to blow from the moment I got out of the car.



I love it when a storm’s not far away.

There’s an intensity in the sea as the waves gain momentum, churning up sand, shell and stone.


A haze fills the air, making everything look almost dream-like. Softer…


And the birds always know when the weather is turning, too, as they grab a bite to eat and head for home.



Even the flowers in the marsh seem expectant, opening wide for those warm drops of rain…


And I love how the beach gets so quiet. A delicious stillness, not a soul in sight.



This is my ole’ Cape Cod, my home.

An ever-changing, intense world that heal can the soul.


If you let it…


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

‘Til next time!