The dogs and I are spending the month of September in this cottage in Eastham, Massachusetts, on the bay side of Cape Cod. An assortment of friends and relatives will cycle through over the course of the month.
|Trust me, that's a gray seal, eating fast food, Cape Cod style|
Joe left for home last evening to get ready for a big trial coming up in mid-month. Leah and I and the dogs stayed on, and when the tide was low, we walked out on the tidal flats on the bay side, a short walk from our cottage.
|Sunset, Cape Cod Bay, Eastham, Massachusetts|
In that twilight, there was a flock of birds circling over the water, peeping and diving and circling and then peeping and diving some more. From what I could see in the falling dusk, I thought they might be terns: slim bodies, white underbodies, forked tails, crooked wings.
|This is a photo of a common tern, but not the circling flock I saw last night. It was too dark for me to capture them on film.|
This morning, on my way back down to the beach again for the dogs' morning walk, I found these two little goodies in the sand beneath my feet:
|Does anybody know what these are? They're smaller than ping pong balls and look like tiny apples.|