Book of Days
BOOK OF DAYS: A POET AND NATURALIST TRIES TO FIND POETRY IN EVERY DAY
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Posted with BlogsyDecember 7: Day at the beach
Kristen Lindquist
This morning I birded with my friend Derek at Reid State Park, which features two lovely, long, sandy beaches washed by sparkling surf. At one point in our ramble up the strand, a very loud ship's horn sounded. We later learned that this noise came from a new stealth destroyer that had just launched and was headed out to open ocean from the Kennebec River. Earlier, we had seen people standing on the Bath bridge looking down on Bath Ironworks, where the ship had been built, obviously waiting for the launch. Derek had commented then that it cost over $1 billion to build; hard to reconcile a toy of war with such a bright and peaceful winter's day.
morning beach walk
we scan for sea ducks
new destroyer slips out to sea
July 31: Blue Moon
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April 15: Home again
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March 12: Panic
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December 27: Camden Harbor ducks
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November 4: Election Day
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June 21: Solstice
Kristen Lindquist
We decided to celebrate the first day of summer by driving up to the town of Monson, which the Appalachian Trail passes through (and which is home to the excellent Spring Mountain BBQ). After lunch we hiked a few miles on the AT, to a small beaver pond and back. As we stood in the bog at pond's edge, dragonflies landing on our arms, we spent several minutes trying to figure out what bird was making a loud peeping sound. Turns out it was these ducklings:
We had flushed their mother and they wanted her back. When she returned, we were able to identify them as goldeneyes.
Goldeneye chicks--
those loud cries for their mother
need no translation.
March 28: Spring Snowy Owl
Kristen Lindquist
Birded Scarborough Marsh this morning. Despite the remnants of snow and a lingering chill, spring waterfowl--geese and ducks--are returning at last, courting and displaying on the rising waters of the spring marsh. And yet, two Snowy Owls linger during this season on the cusp...
And yet, Arctic owls linger
in melting snow.