Seward, Alaska
It wasn't that late, but the
sun does not linger in November. I shot out to Lowell Point beach at 4 pm just
in time to watch the clouds in the western sky transition from white to an
ever-deepening pink, and the bay blush in concert.
As twilight stole in, a GREAT
BLUE HERON winged majestically from the Point across the bay, heading towards
Tonsina or even farther south, perhaps to a favorite roost in a spruce for the
night. MEW and GLAUCOUS-WINGED GULLS scrabbled and squawked over the last bait
ball of the day. A COMMON LOON surfaced
quietly and floated calmly, suspended in the rosy interface between the sea and
the sky.
As the night sky deepened to
indigo, I watched the almost full moon rise unheralded between the snowy
mountain peaks across the bay. The GREAT BLUE HERON returned, cronking loudly,
complaining about that no good spruce roost. It flew through the bright shaft
of moonlight and landed almost invisibly at the far edge of the beach, now at
low tide. The loon slipped beneath the dancing moonbeams and I slipped away
home, leaving them to savor the night's peace and sparkling stars.
Happy Birding!
Carol Griswold
Seward Sporadic Bird Report
Reporter
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