More from Back Bay

Flock Feb 6

During my Wednesday walk at Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, I heard this flock of birds before I saw them. Their whistles and scolds carried over the water, and I wondered what was causing all the excitement.

Flock Feb 6

Flock Feb 6

At first, they seemed chaotic and confused, a disorganized muddle of hunger and alarm. After watching a while, their behavior made more sense. They would land for a frantic spell of foraging, gulping down seeds and anything else they found in the trees and on the ground. Then, at some mysterious signal, they would erupt into the air and circle to a new location.

Flock Feb 6

When they reached a small gravel road, they streamed back and forth across it, oscillating between dense stands of pine on either side.

Flock Feb 6

Flock Feb 6

Flock Feb 6

The most riveting part of this experience, to me, was the soundtrack. Whenever the birds landed, they communicated with a grating cacophony of calls. But they were almost silent in the air. As they shifted back and forth over the road, their wings whirred an eerie echo of the nearby surf.

I heard them in my sleep last night, and I dreamed of flying.

Tundra Swans

Swans Feb 6

I didn’t see any snow geese at Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge today, but I did see tundra swans.

Swans Feb 6

My internal thesaurus was cataloguing synonyms for “elegant” when I noticed a commotion.

Swans Feb 6

The swans were bathing! So graceful and majestic and…

Swans Feb 6

… playful? They both paused after this undignified flail, as if to make certain no one was watching.

Swans Feb 6

Then…

Swans Feb 6

I couldn’t help laughing out loud as they splashed and rolled. A few minutes later, they shook out their feathers, folded their wings, and resumed their stately tour of bay.

Swans Feb 6

I was captivated by the swans’ antics, and tonight my internal thesaurus has started compiling synonyms for “joyful”.

Another Award Tag!

Late in January, Diane at bardessdmdenton tagged me with the Very Inspiring Blogger Award:

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Here are the rules:

* Display the award logo on your blog

* Link back to the person who nominated you

* State seven things about yourself

* Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them

* Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements

Heron Feb 5

As before, I’ve been struggling with the first rule. (Is it normal that my words dissolve into a mist of confusion and dismay when I try to describe myself?) Last time I talked more about cars than about myself, and this time I’m going to talk about furniture.

1. My favorite pieces of furniture are bookshelves. I have five sets of shelves in my office, one in the living room, and two in the guest room.

2. I keep my grandmother’s sewing machine in our living room, where it makes an excellent end table.

3. When I was about nine years old, Mother moved my great aunt’s antique vanity into my room. She told me to take very good care of it. Then, because I was nine, I put stickers on the mirror. I also broke a section of the trim. After Mother died in 2011, I brought the battered vanity to Virginia, scraped off the stickers, and repaired the trim. Now I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t need an antique vanity, but I can’t quite let go of it.

4. The first piece of furniture that my husband and I bought together was a very heavy coffee table. Every few years we move it from one side of the living room to the other, and somehow the simple act of moving it makes it look like an entirely new table.

5. After we bought our house, we spent the entire first summer staining and finishing a kitchen table, six chairs, an enormous chest of drawers, and a storage bench. I will never again buy unfinished furniture.

6. It took the cats eight years to destroy our first couch. They perfected their technique near the end, and our next couch lasted less than three years.

7. When selecting new furniture, bedspreads, or blankets, my primary concern is whether or not the cats will approve.

Hawk Feb 5

As for the final two rules, many of the blogs I follow do not participate in awards. So, instead of continuing the chain of tags and notifications, here are links to a few of my favorite recent posts:

“Poetry in Prose” – Delancey Stewart

“A Walk with Gratitude” – Life in the Bogs

“Murmurations” – Jean Ryan

“A Bald Eagle Hunts a Duck” – For the Love of Clouds and Nature

“Deer tracks” – Wood and Field

“Still” – Lynn’s Creativity Post

“February Photo Theme: Waterfalls” – Walter H. Smith

Goose Feb 5

I’m delighted that Diane tagged me with this award, in part because it gives me another chance to recommend her wonderfully lyrical book. I reviewed A House Near Luccoli here, and you can read more about it here.

Humpback Whales

Whale Feb 3

Atlantic populations of Humpback Whales migrate past the Virginia coast each winter, but I’ve never been fortunate enough to see one of these marvelous animals. Until yesterday.

Whale Feb 3

I’ve been promising myself a whale watching cruise for years, then finding excuses to put it off. Too expensive. Too cold. Too nervous around crowds and boats. Yesterday, a group of friends helped me overcome excuses and nerves.

We met at the Virginia Beach Fishing Center, where we boarded a boat for one of the Virginia Aquarium’s Winter Wildlife Boat Trips.

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Crow Feb 3

Merganser Feb 3

Seagull Feb 3

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Oceanfront Feb 3

A short time later… whales!

Whale Feb 3

Whale Feb 3

Whale Feb 3

I don’t know how many whales we saw during our two hour boat ride. Maybe two, maybe six. Maybe more?

Whale Feb 3

Whale Feb 3

Whale Feb 3

Whale Feb 3

Whale Feb 3

I can’t imagine a more thrilling adventure. Treasured friends; a mesmerizing, constantly changing horizon; and these magnificent, mysterious creatures.

Horizon Feb 3

Horizon Feb 3

Once again, I find myself adrift in happiness. There are no words complex enough to express this joy, no photos real enough. There is only this middle-aged flesh and quickened breath, this tempest of unfocused inspiration. Some quiet day in the future there may be a poem, but for now there is only euphoria.

Whale Feb 3

A Windy Walk in the Park

Warbler Jan 30

Yesterday started sunny and mild. A brisk, warm wind raced ahead of a stormy cold front, and it was impossible to stay inside.

First Landing Jan 30

First Landing Jan 30

First Landing Jan 30

Mallards Jan 30

Egret Jan 30

Low tide had drained the marsh into a muddy network of puddles, many of them marked with fresh tracks.

Fish Jan 30

Print Jan 30

I would have stayed longer, but the sharpening wind made trails increasingly unfriendly. Cones clattered down from the canopy. Branches creaked and scraped. Trees swayed so hypnotically that I gave up on watching the trail and staggered along with my attention focused overhead, stumbling over roots and ruts.

First Landing Jan 30

I also spotted dozens of potential nest cavities.

First Landing Jan 30

First Landing Jan 30

When a long-dead tree shattered across my path, I decided it was time to find the car.

First Landing Jan 30

This morning, our damaged fence made me wonder how many more trees fell in the park overnight, and how many nesting places were lost.