Quebec Getaway — pat morss

Anne-Lise and I are back from a few days in Quebec City. It is a 7-hour drive from Gloucester, the same time as a flight to Paris, and the cities feel equally French. We walked familiar territory, and also discovered some new neighborhoods. And it was a culinary delight.

Le Chateau Frontenac and Vieux-Quebec sit atop the wall that wraps the old city.
The St Lawrence River, viewed from the path up to La Citadelle.
Looking down on the Coast Guard base.
Dufferin Terrasse, on the river side of Le Chateau Frontenac, is a popular board walk.
Entering the lobby offers a glimpse of life at the famous Canadian Grand Hotels.
As does a visit to the historic bar.
A portion of a large mural, on the way down to Quartier Petit-Champlain, below the wall.
Where there are many art galleries and antique stores.
The district is tourist centric.
But it is easy to find uncrowded streets throughout the city.
Bassin Louise is accessed from the river, through a protective lock.
In the basin, there is an extensive yacht marina, with views to Vieux-Quebec.
Other yachts wait to be launched for the season, in the shadow of the giant grain silos.
At Restaurant ARVI, an enthusiastic staff shares cooking, explaining, serving and dishwashing roles.
The 5-course menu (became 7) began with incredibly enhanced flounder.
And who could resist the addition of a foie gras sandwich?

Waiting for Ducklings — pat morss

There’s a continuing lull in activity as we wait for the first ducklings and other young wildlife to come out of hiding.

Lazy days for Dad as Mom is on the nest, at Niles Pond.
A Red-winged Blackbird flashes its signature wing patch.
Grackle: “What do those big birds find so interesting in the ocean? Wish I could swim.”
Catbird: “So, are you looking at my chest or my back?”
A handsome male Goldfinch in his breeding plumage.
To some, he is apparently handsome as well.
FEMALE Alert!
“I know you put a snap hook on the cage door, but I can still steal suet, one bite at a time.”
On the water, Ardelle is taking visitors out again.
The Right Whale lobstering moratorium is over, so Lady J. is putting out her traps.
For real, or training, USCG searches hours after a body was recovered off Rafe’s Chasm.

“Where There’s a Will, There’s a Way” — pat morss

We’re intrigued by the challenges around us. Look carefully for the crow in the last photo.

I’m not sure what the “Will” is with these Painted Turtles.
This is the “Way” to carry more cargo – but too many containers are lost at sea.
A limping coyote presses on in spite of its injury.
Fortunately, this Red-tail Hawk can still fly, while its wing feathers grow back.
Another Red-tail gets chased by a small, intrepid Red-winged Blackbird.
The Red-wing pursues it over to the Dog Bar breakwater.
And into the sky – “Don’t come back”
The USCG unceasingly trains for when accomplishing the near impossible will be expected.
A tree lends a limb to a leaning trunk.
A feeding Red-bellied Woopecker, with a Blue Jay incoming.
The Blue Jay gets its way.
The Crow says to the Egret: “Catch me a fish and I’ll bring you some garbage.”

Hammond Castle — pat morss

We finally got back to visit Hammond Castle yesterday, on the Magnolia side of Gloucester Harbor, and to enjoy an exhibit (through the end of April) of paintings by Eric Pape, a friend of prolific inventor John Hays Hammond Jr, who built his medieval-theme home and museum in the late 1920s. There are guided tours, as well as an excellent self-guided tour pamphlet.

The just restored Cloister colonnade. Eastern Point is across the harbor at the left.
The Cloister from the ocean side.
Keyboard console for reportedly the largest private pipe organ in the western hemisphere.
Burmese Buddhist manuscript chest in an alcove of The Great Hall.
Faithful 17th C copy of original Italian 13th C “Rucellai Madonna of Florence.”
Eric Pape exhibit, ‘Natalie Hammond.’
Eric Pape exhibit. ‘Natalie Hammond, In the Orchard,’ center painting.
Dining Room with ocean and interior Courtyard views.
The War Room, with part of Eric Pape’s 22′ mural of an imaginary Gloucester sea battle.
Center mural detail. Hammond designed torpedoes that used his invention of radio control.
Clothing hanging in a corridor.
The Courtyard, interior skylit, and modeled on a 15th C French village.

Back to the Birds — pat morss

Time to catch up on what’s been happening with the birds the last week or two.

A pair of Common Eiders swims on painted water in the inner harbor
A study in black and white
“Needle noggin” Eddy Egret looks headless
A female Brown-headed Cowbird waiting for a nest in which to park her intruding eggs
This Northern Harrier frequents the Audubon sanctuary
“You know it’s Goldfinch hour from1:00 until 2:00″
“I don’t know about you, but I think the sunflower seeds are a bit stale today”
Old saying: “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”
“We’ve got the cars surrounded now”
“Looking down on my roof reflection is odd”
Car door reflection: “This guy looks like he means business”

Scallop Processing — pat morss

‘Cape Ann Lobstermen,’ in East Gloucester, invited me for a close look earlier this week at how scallops are brought in and processed. The season opened April 1st and will only last 4-6 weeks. There are 70+ boats here rigged for scalloping, and most of them are visiting from Maine, and some from New Hampshire. Massachusetts and the Bay of Fundy reportedly have the best scallop grounds. Scallops are shucked on board (a permit requirement) and the quota is 200 pounds/vessel/day. I hope I have my facts correct.

After docking, a crew member on Beast of Burden jumps the drag gear
A receipt for the captain after scallops are off-loaded and weighed
Beast of Burden backs off to make room for …
One More, which was waiting
Loading bags of shucked scallops into a bucket
Which is lifted onto the pier for individual bag weighing
Tallying weights before issuing the receipt
Next … Isla & Alanea moves in to dock
Lifting her catch up to the pier for weighing
Delivering the crated and iced bags into the processing building by forklift
Opening bags, sorting scallops by size, and re-bagging for wholesale auction
‘Cape Ann Lobstermen’ also buys from the boats and sells retail
The cycle repeats with the boats out day and night while the season lasts

Cape Ann Museum Exhibits — pat morss

Last weekend we visited Cape Ann Museum (CAM), at Pat D’s GMG suggestion, to see an exhibit of the past decade’s work by our local painter Jeff Weaver. It didn’t disappoint, and we were also captivated by an exhibit of “windows” painted by third and eighth grade public school students, as part of the museum’s outreach program showcasing Cape Ann’s continuing legacy with the arts. We look forward to the major Edward Hopper exhibit of his Cape Ann work opening July 22, as we celebrate Gloucester’s 400+.

Welcome wall to Jeff Weaver’s exhibit
A winter view of Smith Cove and Gloucester Harbor from Banner Hill
A change to charcoal and pastel, at Ocean Alliance (former Paint Factory)
A fresh point of view at the popular Beacon Marine Basin
Across the hall was the Cape Ann student “windows” gallery
“Engaging the Community at CAM” with an accompanying video of the students
O’Maley students describe motivations behind some of their “windows”
A window panel by Gloucester’s O’Maley Innovation Middle School students
One of the Manchester Essex Regional Middle School panels
And one of a number of the Rockport Middle School panels

Scallop Season — pat morss

Scallop season opened April 1st, and there has been a steady parade of boats in and out of the harbor. Our wildlife, however, doesn’t have an off-season.

At the railway on Rocky Neck, ferries and research vessels get spruced up.
The yard is also home base for many of the scallopers.
With their outrigger arms standing at attention.
The boats are continually coming and going off Eastern Point light.
Headed to and from the fishing grounds.
Reflected late sun on the way in.
Black-backed Gulls escort us over to Niles Pond to check on our friends.
This Lesser Scaup couple, and the other water foul, have been pairing up.
Painted Turtles soak up the sun to raise their blood temperature.
I knew this crafty squirrel couldn’t open the suet feeder.
Until I looked again a few minutes later – we’ll see if he can conquer a snap hook.
We can rely on being greeted every morning with the calls of cardinals.

Mixed Grill — pat morss

Catching up on what’s going on around us.

Starting with Pemaquid oysters at Beauport Hotel’s 1606 Oyster Bar
Followed by seared tuna
All orchestrated by conductor ‘AC’
Brant Geese passing through, at Raymond Beach, sampling the seaweed
A Crow checking out whether nuts are all they’re cracked up to be
USCG spruces up the shore, replacing ‘whistle 2’ off Eastern Point light
On Niles Pond, a Mallard spruces up with a shower
And a fluff dry
A Greater Scaup couple comes over to check us out
Eddy Egret makes his spring debut
Seals turn their tummies toward the setting sun to soak up the last warm rays
While our Siren of the Seas stretches out seductively on her throne

Balancing Act — pat morss

I don’t know who this is, but he was out on the Audubon rocks this morning balancing stones on his see-saw. He had patience.

Bringing stones for the second layer of the stacks
Easy enough
And more stones for the third layer
Have to put them on at exactly the same time
Looking good
A little adjustment
A fourth layer is going to be tricky
Got to hold the see-saw steady
But that wasn’t steady enough
I’ll rearrange the stack and try again
Disaster – hard to balance the see-saw while picking up the stones
There goes the stack at the other end
Time to go – the stones won this round

The Last Fortnight, or so — pat morss

We’re in a lull waiting for spring activity. And the major bliuzzard that came across the country resulted in only a modest, rainy Nor’easter on the coast.

Odd “marshmallow” foam from swells before the Northeast storm
The storm’s manageable wind and waves, without the blizzard
A House Sparrow singing about spring coming
A grumpy song sparrow not singing
Puddle ducks – a Mallard pair enjoying a street swim after the storm
Several more Mallards in formation skimming the surface of Niles Pond
A Red-throated Loon in winter plumage, not displaying familiar colors yet
“How about a little privacy, please?”
Male Turkeys are back in our driveway – a Unicorn in a British Barrister’s wig and gown
This one doing laps around the car with his reflection shadowing him
Finally, a direct encounter with the intruder

Meteorological Spring — pat morss

March 1st was the beginning of Meteorological spring. We’ll see if Punxsutawney Phil is right that there will be no spring until after the Vernal equinox on March 21st.

A singing Cardinal is a good sign for the Meteorological spring
The early crocuses are another
But we have a couple of storms a week. Nun 4 off the lighthouse rides them out
The US Coast Guard is always out to practice. Sea birds in the foreground
After her storm refuge in Gloucester (see Pat D’s post), ‘Ile de Molene’ is out on the European cable
A double-ended Canada Goose is feeding on land at Niles Pond
This Mallard needs a napkin
The female is perfectly camouflaged
A male Hooded Merganser arrived on the pond and the women are after him
He looks back, wondering if he made the right choice
He concludes he did

Dealing with Fickle Winter Weather –pat morss

During the recent yo-yo temperature swings, with record highs and lows within a week, nature learns to cope.

WARM: Snowdrop flowers poke their heads up in case it’s spring
COLD: We can all appreciate the beauty when the freeze hits
WARM: Why not go for a February ocean sail at sunset in a tiny boat?
COLD: Same ocean – Beast of Burden slugging her way home
WARM: Deer romping in the field
COLD: “I was a bad boy. Can you get this chicken wire fence off my antler?”
WARM: Dejected? Find another rock if you aren’t invited to sun with the group
COLD: “I’m warming my hands”
WARM: “Very pleasant here on the railing”
COLD: If you have feathers, fluff up
WARM: If you’re a Gnome, hide in a tree trunk and wipe off the sweat
COLD: Nothing can beat the cold stare from our Mockingbird

Cable Ship, and Merganser Mania — pat morss

Exactly two weeks after Atlantic Merlin came by Eastern Point, clearing the path for the new fiber optic cable from Lynn, MA to the UK and France, Decisive worked worked her way through early this morning (Thurs) laying the cable. Meawhile on Niles Pond, after the ice melted, the Mergansers were out in force with Valentine’s Day thoughts. [And a twist at the end.]

Decisive progressing slowly at early dawn, closest to land.
At sunrise, the business end of the ship, towing the trench plow and uncoiling the cable.
Over on Niles Pond, a male Red-breasted Merganser enjoyed the calm water
Lack of ice improved fishing for these female Hooded Mergansers.
A budding romance? He has his hair slicked down.
Trouble brewing! Pretty young woman; his girlfriend in the background.
“If you keep staring at her, I’m outta here.”
A loud argument ensued. Young woman playing it cool.
“And don’t come back!”
I’ll swim alongside and see how she responds to me.
“I know I said she was gone. Ignore her.”
“This romance will go nowhere.” [Our ornithologist daughter says the young woman is a male.]

Assorted Wildlife — pat morss

First, an update on Atlantic Merlin, our “Curious Visitor” last week – thanks to Catherine who yesterday posted photos of her in the sea smoke off Cape Ann, taken by C.Ryan who indicated Atlantic Merlin is working on a fiber optic cable from Lynn, MA to the UK and France. Early this afternoon Marine Traffic positioned her about 20 miles NE of the Cape. Here are a few mostly wildlife updates:

Not paying attention to the Wrong Way sign at dusk, …
… these turkeys nearly caused a traffic accident
A crow decided the weathervane at Beauport Museum wasn’t quite complete
A content Bufflehead on a Niles Pond rock that was exposed 3 feet during the summer drought
Eight of at least twenty seals hauled out on the rocks on this day at low tide, Brace Cove
“This your house? OK if we pass through?”
They said they wouldn’t eat anything, but we don’t trust them
Amazing how they can canter through the Audubon rocks
Maybe the sanctuary visitor wasn’t a threat after all
A Northern Harrier scouting low for small mammals, in the same area
My take on Saturday’s frigid sunrise with sea smoke
Later in the day, the Boston skyline filtered through the lingering sea smoke

Curious Visitor — pat morss

Early this morning Atlantic Merlin, classified by Marine Traffic as an “Offshore tug/supply vessel” under Canadian registry, arrived a couple of miles off Eastern Point. I watched through the haze as several cargo packages were transferred to a smaller fishing boat. After the samller vessel left, Atlantic Merlin continued closer over the next several hours, finally inching out of sight up the Cape Ann coast during the sunny afternoon. It would be interesting to know what her assignment is.

Taking a Dunk — pat morss

There are different ways to take a dunk.

Mallard on Niles Pond completing his waterproofing.
And then the dunk.
Water ran right off.
Stand up straight to flap-dry the wings.
That felt great – Onward!
Winter Robins with a shallow dunk (dip and sip) in a puddle.
Downy Woodpecker with a dunk (duck) into a cherry tree.
USCG Cutter Key Largo
… takes a dunk during exercises.
It’s over when the sun takes its evening “dunk.”

Back to the Birds — pat morss

Winter birds are settling into their seasonal routines.

Our Mockingbird welcomes us back to Niles Pond – at eye level
A Merganser fly-by
On this dive, a Merganser comes up with a fish
And gobbles it down
Another is just enjoying a nap on the calm pond
A Mallard pair is oblivious to sleet starting to fall
Mom Mallard is sipping fresh water from ice-melt
While Dad snoozes
He then waddles into the water for a dunking
Pops up refreshed, sheathed in water
Remember the saying “…like water rolling off a duck’s back”?
Drying his head with feathers, for lack of a towel
Back at our Nyjer seed feeder, the Golfinches celebrate their good fortune
The second seating is for house sparrows, but the kitchen is running low

Gloucester 400+ “Overture” Celebration — pat morss

This year we are, of course, celebrating Gloucester’s 400+ Anniversary (the “+” is for the centuries native peoples were here before Europeans, and for the years that are yet to come). The Overture was televised locally, and the Gloucester Times had comprehensive coverage, so this is more my personal view of this opening event of the year-long celebration.

Members of multiple services and organizations uniting to present the colors.
Marching on stage.
Great pride.
Members of the Cape Ann Symphony performed pieces composed by our local Robert Bradshaw
Mayor Verga was impressed by Allessandro Shoc’s rendering of the National Anthem.
State Senator Bruce Tarr, Master of Ceremonies, introduced Joey Porcello.
Joey is Gloucester’s Ambassador to Massachussets Project 351 (each town and city).
Bruce congratulated him, as we look to the future.
Allen Estes sang Gloucester’s song “Where’d They Go?” which he wrote.
Great Energy!
Allen and Bruce are two more terrific ambassadors for Cape Ann.
State Rep Ann-Margaret Ferrante introduced Grace Carey, a student at GMGI.
Grace is an image of our faith in the next generatio.
David Walt is the charismatic co-founder of the Gloucester Marine Genomics Institute (GMGI).
His keynote speech about Gloucester’s potential in the next century was stirring.

Some Then and Now — pat morss

It’s been slow recently for our waterfront and wildlife activity, so here are some photos that didn’t “fit the theme” a while back, followed by a few from our recent walks.

Herring Gulls have adapted happily to Gloucester’s LED streetlights.
An expert at camouflage.
A replica of the 1812 Baltimore Privateer Lynx visited us last August.
A quiet father and son afternoon, fishing off the Jodrey State Fish Pier.
Other fishermen faced more challenging conditions for casting.
And came prepared, whatever the weather.
Just recently, a relaxed Northern Mockingbird greeted us at eye level, Niles Pond.
Male Greater Scaups, leisurely cruising.
Nearly precise choreography – Mergansers clockwise, Mallards counter-clockwise.
A content Mallard in the late afternoon sun.
Our friend Wiley Coyote hunting rodents in the early morning sun.