|Some of the only virgin forest left in Maine is on its islands|
|Shortly after landing on the island - the boat |
we arrived in, Barbara Frost, is off shore
|Razorbills lining the rocky coastline - Puffins were out fishing|
|It's a GOOD day to be a Razorbill!|
|Nice profile, eh?|
|Cocoa-tinted Common Murre|
When our hour was up in the blinds, one of the researchers came to fetch us and another group of people went back out to sit in the blinds. Meanwhile, back on the lighthouse patio, everyone watched and birded. Little Savannah Sparrows, the same kind we have back in California though slightly different in color, marched around our legs. We saw several nice warblers in the grass not far from the lighthouse.
For me the best warbler was a male Blackpoll. I was thrilled to get photos of it. Blackpolls are an eastern species so I don't see them normally. There was also a little Yellow Warbler, a species that can be found nationwide.
|Little Yellow Warbler|
Back on shore, I headed back to Cutler in time for a homemade dinner at the Cobscook Community Learning Center, the Headquarters for the festival. All the food was from the local farms and prepared by volunteers. All the festival participants, leaders and crew were there for a big ole Down East Feast. I sat with a nice couple and we laughed our heads off telling each other our 'the mosquitos were so bad...' stories. Oh, and I had the seafood pie and cobbler ala mode, which was all quite yummy.
In the early evening around twilight, I just north of Machias and was passing a small meadow I saw the past couple of evenings. As on the other evenings, White-tailed Deer were browsing. The deer, all does, looked shaggy as though they had left home without any grooming. I pulled over, parked and spent a good half hour with the little sisterhood of deer.
|The entire herd|
|Each needed a good session with a curry comb|
|This bossy doe meted out instructions to the others as needed|
|'Oh yeah? You're not the boss of me!', That's what I shudda said.|
Here are my video takes for the day's pelagic trip. You can clearly hear the noisy shuffling around of myself and the other two in the bird blind. They didn't know I was filming anything. Oh well! The birds undoubtedly heard us, but were weren't spooked our noise.