We lounged on the deck in the morning and watched the flurry of birds at the bird feeder. What a lot of birds! And we laughed at the squirrel who jumped from the tree to the feeder, avoiding the ambush of plastic bottles strung across the rope holding the feeder up. No problem for the squirrel to jump the 3 feet from the tree, but the swinging movement of the feeder from the squirrel crashing into it nearly knocks him off. What was really funny was on one leap from the tree, the squirrel totally missed the feeder and went sailing by it and landed on the ground about 5 feet away.
Once the fog cleared, it was a very beautiful morning and so we headed out for a walk. We drove to Wellfleet and enjoyed the trail around Hamblen Park, starting off across Uncle Tim’s bridge. All of us have done this walk in the past, but it is still a lovely way to spend an hour.
Reva and I walked out into Duck Creek, which was at low tide. There were millions of mussel and clam shells littering the bottom and we crunched along.
What a beautiful day for a short hike. The scenery was gorgeous.
We then walked around Wellfleet looking in shop windows and enjoying some of the beautiful houses, yards and gardens.
Then, make hay while the sun shines, meaning another good beach afternoon. Back to the house for lunch and packing up for the beach.
Today we went to another Atlantic beach, Le Count Hollow beach. There was less fog today and so the beach vista was glorious.
We saw lots of seals and were amazed at how close they got to surfers, although we wondered if they thought the surfers were good to play with. One particular seal seemed to stay fairly nearby, a large seal with what seemed like a huge head that would poke up out of the surf and he’d look around. Trying to get a photo, though, was futile because by the time you’d get your camera up and locate the head, it would be back under the water. But we all had fun spotting them and looking with binoculars.
On the way back to the house, we stopped at White Crest beach, which we had driven to Sunday night in the dark. We wanted to see the view in daylight. This beach was higher on the dunes than either Newcomb or Le Count. What a beautiful spot, though.
After a great afternoon at the beach we went back to the house and lounged on the deck. Jo and I filled the bird feeder as the birds had consumed three-quarters of the tube in just 24 hours.
We had a nice dinner at the house, London broil cooked on the grill, and enjoyed an evening in.