Feather discoveries always seem to portend good things to come.
So I should have known when I arrived at the harbor this morning and saw THIS on the edge of the concrete wall at the start…
That I was in for something pretty special.
Rain was due in today.
So I headed to Wychmere Harbor, in between errands for Thanksgiving Day.
But that didn’t phase this pair of Buffleheads, not one little bit.
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…
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.
Daddy O was keeping watch from a new vantage point now, much closer to the nest.
There were plenty of big, splashy sailboats.
But I happen to love the dories, the workhorses in this harbor world of boats and fishermen.
They were probably recovering (like me) from a very noisy Fourth. 😉
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.