The path leads down through the woods and to the river. The trees loom tall as birds make
their usual calls, warning one another of my presence.
I hear the sound of the dirt under my boots as I carefully step over ruts and crevasses along
the trail leading to the fast moving rapids where the hawks go fishing. Yet another adventure
on the Presumpscot.
As I sit on the rocks peering out over the water a Cormorant fly's and flaps its wings
heading toward a seal that has made its way in from the ocean. The bird lands on the
poor creatures head and then flys off only to make a U-turn and slap the seals head
again before zooming up stream. I laugh, not quite sure if the dance was of pleasure
and fun or meant to be a warning from the "don't mess with me" Cormorant.
Either way, I found it humorous.
Several more Cormorants gently swim by, silently ducking their bodies in and out of the
water. They bob playfully, as they near the rapids.
Toward the sky and near the tree line, a hawk and an osprey hover, looking to see if
the alewives have begun to run yet.
Soon the river will be full of them...but not today !