Our hummingbirds are fearless; they flash ruby gorgets at us through the window and pull off daring fly-bys when we venture too close to the feeder. These are Rufous Hummingbirds who manage, with a wingspan smaller than a child’s hand, to cross the entire United States each year so that they can winter in fashionable Florida (or other similarly luxe locations along the Southeastern seaboard and the Gulf of Mexico.) And still they are among the first of our migrants to arrive, full of attitude and buzz, busily sipping at microscopic pussy willow blossoms and thin pale pink blueberry flower bells, supping from the sapwells left by woodpeckers. They are fun to watch, but so fierce that I am glad that they aren’t any bigger than they are. (photo RML).
Sea Lions feeding on Eulachon fish in the river. This video doesn’t quite capture their sound effects: great rude belching groans that echo up to our windows at all hours of the day and night. During the Eulachon and Herrings runs the sea lions raft up in great flotillas in the fjord and dare one another to follow our skiff. leaping through our wake like porpoises. (I think they should have been called “Sea Fratboys” because of their group dynamics - and the burping sounds.) (Video RML)
Happy Mother’s Day. Even though I have been out in the world for nearly 40 years, I know that my heart still beats inside of you and that you surround me and carry me through all of my days.
So Much Depends On A Little Red Boat -
Freshly painted; the skeg that the bear chewed off, replaced; ready for crab pot retrieval, rowing with seals and picnic outings to the waterfall.
I would say that Easter is not Dean’s favorite holiday. No, that would be Thanksgiving, when I leave the oven light on and he watches the turkey cook like it is Masterpiece Theater. (Photo by RML)
Click the play to hear the soundtrack.This may not coordinate music and photo on your mobile device, but works on a big computer…
There was a loud smack that made us look up from trying to catch the crab pot buoy. A sea lion, quite close to the boat, leaping and twisting out of the water. If a sea lion -even a smaller female like the one we saw, at around 7 feet long and 600 lbs- looks frantic, it behooves the observer to check the horizon. Sure enough, a rumble of breath and a a sharp black fin, no two, three, four fins cruised past us up the fjord, eyes up above the water line, checking us out. Killer whales. The sea lion stuck close to the boat until the whales had passed. Around here, if you want a chance to experience something amazing all you have to do is get your butt outside!