GETTING IN TOUCH WITH NATURE: Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves
of strength that will endure as long as life lasts." ~ Rachel Carson
The brant goose is primarily an ocean bird, living off of the coasts of the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. I photographed these geese along the shore of the Strait of Juan de Fuca.
Almost exclusively coastal in their range and are found in shallow bays and saltwater marshes. They nest in the wet, coastal tundra of the high Arctic. Their winter habitat is closely tied to the occurrence of sea grasses and marine algae.
Fast fliers with swept-back wings, Brant are usually found in a flock. They forage while wading, dabbling in shallow water, or while walking on mudflats or the shore. They display strong site-fidelity to both their wintering and nesting area.
Historically, Brant fed almost exclusively on eelgrass, which is still strongly preferred when available. Now they also forage on grasslands and have been able to diversify their diet in the absence of eelgrass, although their range is still closely tied to eelgrass. Brant also eat some aquatic invertebrates. (Source)
A storm rolled in last night and I could hear the waves crashing all night long. The sea brought a dozen or so new logs to shore between yesterday and today. I love to see the changes to the beach after each storm passes.
It's not raining, but the wind is strong and the waves are fierce. I LOVE IT. I really, really love it. The sun is shining through the clouds as I write. White caps can be seen clear to the horizon. I watched a bird get flipped into a series of three sixties.
As I write, I'm watching two seagulls stuck in the air flapping their wings against the wind's force only to stay in one place. They both gave up and landed on some logs out front where I continue to watch them. They took to the air again and got pushed backward so they fought to land again and are waiting to take flight.
The ever changing energy emanating from the sea is my lifeline as the world around me falls prey to an infestation of lies, greed, power struggles, corruption, hate, and ignorance.
I took these photos from my couch through a glass door.
Neighborhood dogs out on their own were enjoying a
walk in the wind and dips into the crashing waves.
"A photograph can be an instant
of life captured for eternity that will
never cease looking back at you."
~ Brigitte Bardot
"In 1911, the Washington Legislature authorized local voters to create publicly owned and managed port districts, which could raise revenues and implement waterfront improvements. The purpose of the legislation was to ensure equal access to the state’s waterfronts, which had previously been monopolized by the railroads.
Real estate developer and prominent Port Angeles citizen Thomas Aldwell and others pushed for the formation of a port district on the waterfront of the City of Port Angeles. They recognized that the formation of a port would lead to further industrial development and economic growth.
On November 7, 1922, Clallam County voters approved creation of a port district covering all of Clallam County by a nearly two-to-one margin.
The Port’s full service log yard handles an average volume of 60.5 million board-feet of logs per year." (Source)
A young bald eagle flew from the Strait of Juan de Fuca over my cottage. I spotted him at sea and knew it was not a seagull; he was too large. Distance shots are best in this silhouette-ish format since I don't have a spectacular telephoto range. I love learning the wing shapes of birds in flight.