It's all in how you look at it.
The swans arranged
themselves like an impressionist painting. Looking toward
the trees near the Mobil access road you can't see the gas
tanks. You almost expect to see punters and picnickers like
in some romantic novel. Once I had a dream that Mobil or
Amoco or somebody developed a recreation area for their
employees on the banks.
Preening
Preening was the order of the day. Every once in awhile a feather would float by on the outgoing tide. Watching Igor preen along with the swans, I become more and more convinced that he imprinted on them at an early age. It is quite possible he thinks he is a swan.
I
picked up some downy feathers and put them in the hatband of
the hat Tom and Julie gave me for my birthday. Thru the rear
window of my car it looks more like Mercury's winged foot
than Aunt Janet's hat.
Roses
The beach roses are in full bloom. The bike path smelled
like roses. The cove smelled like roses. Pink ones and white
ones. Rosa rugosa is so thoroughly associated with
New England that I was astonished to learn it is an
introduced species! From Japan!
Kingfisher and company
|
swans |
27 |
|
mallards |
8 |
|
ringbilled gulls |
5 |
|
common terns |
2 |
|
mourning doves |
2 |
|
Canada geese |
2 |
|
cormorant |
1 |
|
kingfisher |
1 |
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