|Kathie freezes near the Hardy Boat dock|
|We spot a VERY cold Red Fox in South Bristol.|
|Blue Jays mob the feeders in great numbers|
|The Slate colored Dark-eyed Juncos enjoy the cold snap as only juncos can|
After we had a little breakfast, fed the birds and put on thousands of layers of clothes, I kissed my buddy Coda good-bye. This pooch stole my heart.
|My Coda....I mean their Coda. This dog was my new best buddy|
|Pemaquid Point was an important spot to visit as it has historically had Purple Sandpipers|
|Purple Sandpipers reminded me of a cross between American Dippers and Spotted Sandpipers as they bobbed and weaved in and out of the ocean waves|
Pemaquid Point is a bit magical. It's a lovely snapshot of coastal Maine.
Kathie took me to a local store where they sold Whoopy Pies. I hung out in the back of the store and listened to the Mainer's accents and it made me smile. I bought a Blueberry Muffin and Kathie had the Whoopy Pie. However, we did not purchase any cigarettes for the road:)
Kathie loves creating checklists so we were constantly adding data. I did not like listing outside and freezing my fingers off.
So we'd stop for coffee and do our lists inside of a nice warm cafe.
For days, we continued our ocean adventures counting gulls, guillemots, eagles, ducks, scoters and grebes. We always kept our eyes open for an alcid close to shore.
|A Black Guillemot in winter plumage|
Depending on the tide, birds were either close or far. If the tide was high, we wouldn't move on. Sorry Blondie. We'd stay because the birds were close. If the tide was far out, we'd have a difficult time spotting birds. So we planned everything around high tide.
The frost tinged winds challenged many birders. At one area, I tried getting close to the Harlequin Ducks but it was too dangerous. If we stood on the point, we froze. If we scoped below off the point, we were warmer but then, we weren't able to see everything on the ocean. It was a Catch 22.
|Another birder joins us with his dog as he searches for his last US duck of the year, the Harlequin Duck|
|The Great Cormorant is a winter visitor to the coastal waters of Maine. It's a large bodied cormorant that flies with rapid shallow wing flaps. When it sits on a rock, it looks like a seal folded over.|
We thought it would get better but little did we know, the worst was yet to come, the Bomb Cyclone. To top it off, there was a supermoon which would wreck havoc on the coastal towns with the higher than normal tides. After a week of beautiful birding in horrible conditions, we'd discover just how challenging the birding would get.
|Example of clothing layering. Under that gray coat, there is a vest, sweater and shirt. The sweater provided a hood that would cover my hat and head from the severe winds. The scarf would cover my large nose and face.|
My final write explores the last treks of our days in Maine. Stay tuned for more!