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Journal of a Sabbatical |
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April 20, 2000 |
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Today's Bird Sightings: north plover warden
Today's Reading: Thoreau's Country by David R. Foster, today's journal entries for 1855-1861 from the Thoreau Home Page Today's Starting Pitcher:
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Copyright © 2000, Janet I. Egan |
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The tide is very high and still coming in when I arrive. I keep moving my chair further up toward the dunes. I would not want to be a piping plover trying to choose a nest site on this beach. There just ain't that much beach. The crashing of the waves is so loud I can't hear anything else, even the herring gull until it's right on top of me. The guy who had the early shift described today as loud. It only gets louder as the tide comes in.
Not much bird life is in the water or the lower air stream. A few herring gulls check me out to see if I am edible or have edibles in my pack. A pair of purple martins comes in low over the dune, skims over the wrack as if looking for something specific, and then heads back over the dunes. I don't blame them. It's about 10 degrees warmer on the other side of the dunes. Later, biological staff comes in over the dunes on their
ATVs to do the piping plover survey. The visibility has
improved greatly. Not that piping plovers are all that easy
to see anyway, but it sure helps if you're not looking for
them in the mist. The biologists don't have any new numbers
for me, 'cause they haven't done the survey yet. By the time
they get done I will be gone, so will have to wait 'til next
week for statistics. Even when the sun finally comes out and it's a gorgeous day, there is nobody on the beach. And it's still cold. I'm wearing my glover liners because my fingers are cold. It comes as a shock when I climb back over the dune and over the fence into parking lot 1 and discover the hawk watchers are down to their shirtsleeves! The guy at the gatehouse is surprised when I say I had no visitors 'cause "It's such a nice day". Yeah, a nice day in the gatehouse and the parking lot maybe. The beach was wicked cold all day. Even when a few teens ventured onto the public beach to the north, they quickly turned around and left shivering. So, no I did not see any piping plovers today, nor any visitors asking about them. |
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