|Cape May Point, Sandhill Cranes|
While I would've loved to visit all my favorite places and all my favorite people, there just wasn't enough time. There was a visit to Sandy Hook for a very-far-away Snowy Owl and a drive past the coastal ponds that hold ducks all winter long. There weren't many ducks yet, but those familiar places felt good anyway.
|Stone Harbor Point, Snowy Owl|
First through binoculars and then with the spotting scope, we watched the owl's half-closed eyes and mottled feathers, the head swiveling around occasionally in a smooth, liquid fashion as if it might just come unhinged at the next turn. The bird's presence, despite the crowd of onlookers, was such that it seemed to transform this popular beach into tundra. When you see a bird like this, one that is so unconcerned, so self-contained and so strikingly beautiful, it is hard to turn away. The desire to see every detail and to keep looking is strong. The temptation to get closer is almost overwhelming. Instead we take photos, perhaps to assure ourselves later that the bird was real.
|Near the 2nd Ave. jetty in Cape May, invisible Snow Buntings|
|Forsythe NWR, Northern Harrier|
|Forsythe NWR, Snow Geese|
These birds, too, belong to a far away winter world. It was late afternoon and I was standing out in the cold waiting for the Snow Geese to fly across the road from one side of the refuge and over my head to the other side. It is one of the most spectacular things to witness... the gigantic flock of them, the lowering sun coloring up the white of their undersides, the noise of them. I love seeing them this way on a winter's day too, with the hotels of Atlantic City as a backdrop. There might be a hundred different things in your head: things to do, worries and hopes, resentments and regrets. But it's all forgotten listening to the noisy waves of geese and I felt my mind go clear, silent, here.
These words are here just to remind myself now. I was there. I was happy. Has it been a month already?