chickadee in oak tree

One sunny day last week I watched a dozen little birds -- mostly warblers and chickadees, as far as I could tell -- catapult from the woods near the shore to the bog to the oak tree: boing boing boing like a bunch of ping-pong balls. These birds hardly pause to allow for pictures. They've got another agenda entirely - bugs!So I was glad to catch this chickadee in rapt contemplation.

no lobstering today

It's a wild morning with serious winds, high tide and a storm surge. The water has come above the dock, a couple of posts have come away from the structure, and we think Chopper is hanging by one line, though we can't tell for sure. We'll need to wait until the water and wind subside a bit before we can safely investigate.

end of the day

living in the moment

The sheep are at rest in the lower orchard this morning.It's a pastoral scene if ever there was one.
Eventually they will get up and begin to graze again, or decide to amble on down the shore toward some other place where, perhaps, the grass is greener.
For now, though, they are content.

supper time

We were at the lighthouse today, and saw many boats far out on the horizon. Once in a while one would come close enough to have her picture taken as she rounded Cape Roseway on her way up the eastern channel.The gulls are delighted that lobster season has begun, and follow the boats hoping for odds and ends of leftover bait that might be tossed overboard. Supper for gulls.

And supper for us, too. No, not leftover bait. We were stacking wood for winter of 2012 when we spied the H. Sinclair coming toward the cove. Greg grabbed a yellow plastic pail and walked down to meet Radar and Skipper while I followed with frosted applesauce cake.
They tied up at the dock long enough to give us three lobsters and eat cake.
After a bit of a chat, they were on their way. They would have lots more to do before their day was finished and they could have their own supper.