We vowed to return to Clark’s Pond to see the Bald Eagles again during the Gaspereau run. The birds know where and when to gather for a Gaspereau buffet. This time we met with Helen and Frank, Australians visiting family on the island. Helen is a fellow blogger I had met on-line two years previously.
We started in Cavendish Grove, our favourite place on the island and made our way towards Clark’s Pond. Along the way now, wildflowers line the trail, the most appropriately named, Forget-Me-Nots, always catch my eye.
The centres of the tiny blooms are white or yellow and tiny pink flowers are the last to open.
It was a beautiful sunny day but the wind was high which usually means fewer birds. While there were some of the large raptors in the area,
they weren’t in the numbers we had seen the previous week. The younger birds have yet to achieve the unique feather pattern of the mature Bald Eagle.
We walked to the beach through the campgrounds down to where the stream enters the Gulf.
Here the Gaspereau make their way from the Gulf of St. Lawrence into the pond, a short journey through the sand dunes.
The sea was rough and the sound of the rolling waves filled the senses. The air was fresh and cool. We could see birds on the far side of the stream as they floated just above the beach.
Several juvenile birds rested atop the trees around the pond, including one which exhibited spiky feathers in the breeze.
It stayed there the entire time we lingered.
The remains of a tree, against the sea and sky, shows how such beauty can be devastating.
Back at the Grove, the leaves have burst forth for those few warm sun-lit weeks again and the apple trees are in bloom.
We had a picnic with our friends and enjoyed every minute in nature’s garden.