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Reed's Beach is a tiny bayshore community located about 10 miles north of Cape May. It and other similarly sleepy and bug-infested places along the shores of Delaware Bay find themselves, for a couple weeks each year in late May/early June, at the convergence of diverse and, often, conflicting interests. Show More Summary
Willet on telephone pole...
I haven't had the heart to visit Cape May for the spring shorebird migration for a while now; probably it's been almost 10 years, in fact.However, the chance to share the spectacle with someone who hadn't ever witnessed it motivated me enough to bear the chance of a broken heart for what's been lost on the Delaware Bayshore in recent years. Show More Summary
I thought I'd take a minute to share some pix and an update on the Piping Plovers out at Sandy Hook. I got to spend some quality time with them on World Series Day when all the serious birders were sorting through the gulls and terns amassed at the end of the Fishermen's Trail. Show More Summary
Yesterday was World Series Day here in NJ; a slow migrant day, but we did find some sweet birds. Two special species are pictured here... anyone care to venture a guess at them?We ended with 116 species for the day, far from last year's best of 143, but not so bad!
During some "off" time during the first day of the New River Birding and Nature Festival we wandered down a windy single-lane road to the long-forgotten railroad town of Thurmond, West Virginia. You arrive in Thurmond by crossing the New River over a narrow bridge that doubles as a railroad bridge. Show More Summary
Late in the week at New River, Beth G. and I had separated ourselves for an hour or so from the "serious birders" in order to photograph the Glade Creek Mill at Babcock State Park. It's a very pretty setting and deserved some time of its own. Show More Summary
The full report on the New River Birding and Nature Festival will have to wait a bit; for now there's just these couple images... of perfect roadside wildflowers, of rivers rushing across bared toes, of ghost towns nestled in the mountains,...Show More Summary
I was really tempted by the fried bolony...; )
The home team lost, but it was a beautiful day nonetheless.
So I'd been almost patting myself on the back a couple weeks ago, thinking I'd earned my angel wings and all that...That sort of thinking never turns out well, does it?I'd managed to orchestrate a move for one of my most difficult mentally...Show More Summary
gull wing curve of beach ternsin flocks like sheep standing one-leggedweather vanes into the wind swirlsand eddies of clam shells musselschaff of dune grass pebbles driftingthe gentle swells of sand white capsbottle caps fishing skiffs...Show More Summary
What do the disappearing know? Can they change fast enoughwith the few genes they have leftto make themselves more seenin the sand? Will they learn thatwhat hides them has become a clever enemy? Can we read answers in their eyesas they...Show More Summary
some poems you do not write you wait hushed as the soil strains its urgent whisper this listen and remember this- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Bloodroot is peeking through the forest floor now; stepped over and unseen by all...Show More Summary
Although as quickly as it happened, he might just have misjudged his landing...; )
The Piping Plovers that nest at "B" Lot and other oceanside beaches at Sandy Hook do so under almost ideal conditions, at least until Memorial Day Weekend, when beachgoers arrive. Before then, they court, bond and set up housekeeping in relative isolation. Show More Summary
Trying to be inconspicuous Oystercatchers are funny birds; so boldly patterned, their calls so strident, yet they're so shy! Staying put, for the moment You wouldn't think it, but you could easily walk past an oystercatcher without noticing it. Show More Summary
starlings enjoying the thaw
Did you ever chance to hear the midnight flight of birds passing through the air and darkness overhead, in countless armies, changing their early or late summer habitat? It is something not to be forgotten... You could hear "the rush of mighty wings," but oftener a velvety rustle, long drawn out... Show More Summary