On Saturday we drove around to the other side of the bird refuge area to visit a cemetery we could see on the ridge.
Graves date from the mid 1800s. This fellow drowned during a hurricane (the “Great Cyclone”) in 1880.
There were many infants and children.
And a few unknowns.
The ridge was blanketed with bouquets of tiny wildflowers, each unique and beautiful if you bent over close enough to appreciate their details.
Along the road we did some birding.
I spotted this osprey and guessed its identity correctly.
Birdie is a very patient teacher, and I’m an eager, albeit forgetful learner. This was a very pretty DUCK with 3 names that Birdie will say patiently again and again every time I ask.
She taught me to tell the difference between these willets (?)
and this yellowlegs....although I can’t remember if this is a greater or lesser yellowlegs, or if we even established that difference.
To help identify a bird you have to pay attention to the color of its legs and feet, the colors and shape of its beak, the way it flies and the way it hunts/eats, as well as the sound it makes. Then you compare with the pictures and descriptions in a good birding book. It’s easier if you have a friend who already knows these things.
Red heron? (it probably has a 3rd name....2 out of 3 ain’t bad, is it?)
These crabs make good dinner for the birds. They were careful to scatter when anything moved (us).
After lunch there was time for a walk along the beach.
Sassy barking at the waves....”peace be still”
Here are some things that wash in from the sea:
Anyone want to guess what creature this skull is from?
Roe wants to try.
and various other creatures...
These people know how to enjoy a gorgeous day.
Karen and Sharon went to Walmart to buy more fire logs, while Birdie and I watched the shorebirds.
And ships go by.
And after dinner we all sat and watched the waves lap over the shore.
Then we turned around and watched the sunset.
It was Birdie’s idea to bank up the fire pit to help protect it from the wind. It worked and the fire was warmer and less sparky after it was done.
Doesn’t anybody care about me?
Get over it Sophie, they forgot about me days ago.