A FAREWELL TO THE BAYBIRDS

The Labor Day festivities led to the inevitable  return to my home.  That’s ironic because I grew up at the shore year ’round and  the happiest Labor Day event was to stand by one of the exit routes from the island and wave goodbye to the tourons headed home.  But now….

I’M ONE OF THEM!

My daughter and grand-daughter packed up my meds, toiletries, booze, computer stuff, wall art, camera stuff, plants, shirts, slacks, socks and, oh yeah, my unmentionables, and whizzed everything up the highway to my cave at the Old Folks Farm.  There, pictures were rehung and stuff was put away or at least the boxes were put in the right rooms, and the bird feeder was filled.

I called my friend, Barb, who had also moved back to her cave at the farm and she as well as I needed attitude adjustment.  So, over she came to share wine and dinner.  While adjusting, the ShopRite delivery truck arrived with a restock of my pantry and frig and that made it official.

Finally, if there was any doubt that I’d been away for almost three months this web was keeping the bird feeder pole erect.

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The post title?  I received a group farewell from the gang on Mordecai Island.  In past years there’s been a Great Blue Heron out there soaking up the morning sun while I soaked up caffeine on Grampa’s deck.  This year a few others joined to wish me a pleasant winter.

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Left to right:  A Great White, a Great Blue. a Yellow-Crowned Night Heron (low and left of the Juvenile Great Blue), a Juvenile Great Blue, another Great White, and another Great Blue.

Thanks, Guys.  C’ya next summer.

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It has been another summer of enjoying the seabird life.  In particular there is a nest on Mordecai Island which had been adopted last year by a pair of Ospreys.  They were childless last year but this year two chicks were hatched and raised to fledging.  This image was made in August after one of the chicks had left.  Note also that Papa was coming in with another twig for the nest.  I guess it was renovating for next year.

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One of the family has taken to landing on a neighbor’s flag pole while scanning the adjacent Liberty Thorofare lunch counter.  Makes for quite a flagpole ornament.

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This is a good-by post to a season but I’ve also included an image as a good-by to an era.  The nearby 1874 Beck farmhouse was sold a couple of years ago to make room for six McMansions.  They have all come to pass but one of them is a cut-down version of the original farmhouse, moved from the center of the tract and trimmed to fit the smaller lot.  Glad to see it remain.

The image below of the original building was made before development of the tract.  Although made in full sun I chose to recast it as though in moonlight and with candles in the windows.  This summer I redid the candles, making them slimmer and of different sizes.  I also applied a Topaz filter to further increase the drama.  When I posted a version of this on Facebook in 2017 someone commented that he had enjoyed youthful summers with his grandparents in this old house.   Made me feel good.

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It is a poignant, bittersweet time of year for me, a farewell to a time spent with family, friends, and the bays and marshes which have been part of my life for almost all of my eighty-six years. Such feeling ran in the family; here is a poem written by my brother, Bill Berglund (1920-2005).

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This closing image makes its fourth appearance to note the end of summer.  I have yet to find another image that expresses how I feel quite as well.

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9 Responses to “A FAREWELL TO THE BAYBIRDS”

  1. Bonnie Rovere Says:

    As much as I love summer, I am glad to see the end this year. Wonderful memories in the photos. Glad you are home safe and sound!

  2. eajackson Says:

    Most impressive that your brother wrote that when he was just 17 years of age? If you associate with “a gang” as gangs go that gang seems pretty chill. Your last photo at first made me a bit sad. Hanging his head and all. Then I thought nope he’s just thinking about what’s next. Happy end of Summer Ralph

    • Ralph Berglund Says:

      Thanks, Beth. I hadn’t realized that he was only 17; with twelve years between us I just thought of him as an older guy. He liked to write (maybe that’s in my genes as well). He wrote for the college literary magazine but I think our father discouraged him as it not being a profitable career.

      And, the last picture was there because I was (am) sad at the end of the season with my family and my shore vistas. So, your first read of the image was on point.

  3. Louise Reynolds Says:

    Great pictures and blog, thanks Ralph!

  4. Jo Ann Morris Says:

    LBI days are money in the bank from which we can withdraw during the rest of the year. I was born and brought up a “townie” in the coastal city New London, Ct. I have morphed into “a summer people “. I am so lucky to have always lived on or near the water. Your pics help me to realize what a gift I have been given.
    A safe and healthy year, my friend.
    Jo Ann

  5. Ralph Berglund Says:

    Thanks, Jo Ann. You should start a blog, too.

  6. denisebushphoto Says:

    I enjoyed reading your post and especially like your last image. The body language of the gull, and the faint gray details in the background combine to express how you are feeling.


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