Some people say that I am eagle eyed, but there is not much truth in that. My eyes are no better than most and worse than some. But, I am tuned in to my environment, and "tune" is probably as good a word as any because it's the constant tuning and adjustments that lets me pick out birds and animals before others. When I've been shore bound for awhile or when the seasons change, I miss more things.
I spotted a cormorant out on the big water, well off, a low in the water black bird who holds its head too proud, always nose up. Near Casa Rosa, also a long ways off, is a common loon. A low in the water dark bird that holds its head level, nature having spanked it for strutting its beauty by moving its feet so far back that it cannot walk on dry land. A tough lesson.
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| the Oyster River |
I woke up today thinking about the things I see from the canoe...especially the shape changers. These are the herons, otters, seals and shorebirds that you spot from 200 or 300 yards out. And you close in ten more yards, and ten more yards and ten more yards and somewhere along the approach they turn into a bent upturned tree root or stump or drift log. It might be natures sense of humor, or they might be someone else's spirit animals waiting for that person to become accessible. Maybe they are spirit animals for people that are lost.
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| 1st year red-throated loon? |
I get into the Oyster River and all is normal until I get past the deadfall tree and I spot what seems to be a very small loon. It is also an unusually calm bird and lets me approach fairly close. It dives and swims right beside the boat where I get a superb view of its frog kick swimming. It seems to be a juvinile red throated loon. I just wouldn't expect to see one here.
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| 1st year red-throated loon? | |
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