A few images from exquisite Island Beach, an au revoir for a week on Cape Cod with two of The Intrepids — Jeanette Hooban and Carolyn Yoder, Leaving at dawn – have not been at the Cape since the late 1980’s. Used to spend seven weeks each summer in Chatham with my girls, a barefoot existence, where nature itself compelled me to become a birder, Hudsonian Godwits used to prance around our beach blankets at Harding’s Beach, looking across the Sound to Nantucket and the Vineyard. A red-necked phalarope whirled in the water, and a long-tailed jaeger perfectly imitated his image in my brand new Roger Tory Peterson – because the girls kept asking, “Mom, what’s THAT?”
Island Beach brought us kinglets everywhere, swallows, sparrows, a great blue heron or two, osprey nests.
As usual, my camera does not do birds — but it does like the plants of IB – so here are some samples of last weekend.
A la prochaine — until the next time.