Out on Eastern Point, the bird looks like it was looking right at me.
Does anyone know what kind of cute water bird this is?
My View of Life on the Dock
My View of Life on the Dock
Out on Eastern Point, the bird looks like it was looking right at me.
Good Morning Gloucester 
It’s a Northern Gannet!
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Thanks
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Northern Gannet, I think. Can you say where it was, exactly; I would like to take a ride out to see it. I have never seen one, need for my life list of sightings. Thanks, Kathleen
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Thanks for the post, we were left of the Eastern Point Lighthouse
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It’s a Northern Gannet. You are lucky to have seen one – they are usually offshore.
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Thank you for your post, he was just so cute
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Donna, that looks like a Northern Gannet, a member of the booby family. Oops, am I allowed to say “booby” on GMG?
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Northern Gannet?
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Thank you
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Northern Gannet (Morus bassanus)
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My son tells me this is a gannett. My son is seven, but he really knows his birds.
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smart boy
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Northern gannet!
Such pretty birds!
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cute
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Hope he’s okay I always worry about them when they are this close to land
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so cute of a bird
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It’s amazing to watch gannets fish. A flock of them will see a school of fish from the air, dive straight down and then “fly” underwater after their prey.
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We’ll have no priest or peeler in
To dance in Beg-Innish;
But we’ll have drink from M’riarty Jim
Rowed round while gannets fish,
A keg with porter to the brim,
That every lad may have his whim,
Till we up sails with M’riarty Jim
And sail from Ben-Innish.
Lines from one of my favorite poems by John Millington Synge. A “peeler” is a policeman!
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Here are the beginning stanzas. The last one is above. Never could forget the ganets!
Beg-Innish
Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya Jude
To dance in Beg-Innish,
And when the lads (they’re in Dunquin)
Have sold their crabs and fish,
Wave fawny shawls and call them in,
And call the little girls who spin,
And seven weavers from Dunquin,
To dance in Beg-Innish.
I’ll play you jigs, and Maurice Kean,
Where nets are laid to dry,
I’ve silken strings would draw a dance
From girls are lame or shy;
Four strings I’ve brought from Spain and France
To make your long men skip and prance,
Till stars look out to see the dance
Where nets are laid to dry.
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Thanks for the poem
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Great shots of a gannet, who looks like he was posing for you and giving you that great profile shot. Great capture.
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Thanks he certainly was cute
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This is my favorite video of diving gannets
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQlX0WJd_5g&sns=em
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Thank you for the great video
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LOVE that video! Thank you:)
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That video is awesome! Love their eyeliner too 🙂
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It is a great video
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