Thanksgiving’s Early Arrival

Rain was due in today.

So I headed to Wychmere Harbor, in between errands for Thanksgiving Day.


All was quiet.


It was as if everyone was poised, just waiting for the first raindrops to fall.


And by the time I had pulled in up the road at Herring River, they were.

But that didn’t phase this pair of Buffleheads, not one little bit.


Like little rubber duckies they dove, and within moments bobbled back up; seeming quite content in one another’s company.

And as I heard the sound of the raindrops falling on the roof of my car, pitter-patter-pat, and watched them as they fell all around the ducks in the water…


All I could think of was how I wouldn’t rather have spent the day before Thanksgiving Eve in any other way.


Thanksgiving gratitude, had come early.  ❤

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The Mighty Dinghy

One of my favorite boats is the dinghy.

Nothing fancy, all workhorse.

This is one of my favorites at Wychmere Harbor!  😉


(Wychmere Harbor, Harwich Port)

On to Bank Street Beach – In Search of Piping Plovers

I’d been hearing from my small circle of Piping Plover pals that there might be chicks getting ready to fledge over at Bank Street Beach.


So I headed over to Wychmere Harbor, and was greeted by Mamma Osprey and her very tall and growing single chick.


I noticed that the tall sailboat she and Papa Osprey had been using as a perch had not only been moved to a new spot, but was occupied by the other osprey couple!


But no need to fear…

Daddy O was keeping watch from a new vantage point now, much closer to the nest.


As I walked along the harbor it was fun to check out all the new boats that had arrived over the holiday.

There were plenty of big, splashy sailboats.

But I happen to love the dories, the workhorses in this harbor world of boats and fishermen.


Walking out to the beach I had forgotten how beautiful the dunes here can be in the fog.


And I was delighted to see that the rosehips were coming along nicely, all beautifully sprinkled with fresh, crystally beach sand.


The sun was doing its darnedest to burn off the fog, but you could just barely make out the Cormorants that were perched awaaay out on the channel marker jettie.


Yet sun or no sun, the beach was filled with those who are pulled like plovers to the sea…


I never did see any plover chicks.

They were probably recovering (like me) from a very noisy Fourth.  😉


But I’ll be sure to drop in on them again, to see how they’re doing.

On my way home, I passed by the harbor once again and noticed that Mrs. O was perched over a very tuckered-out chicklet.

Keeping watch, as they always do.


Here’s to a Happy DAY AFTER the Fourth!  😉