Showing posts with label Barnes Landing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barnes Landing. Show all posts
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Skolfield Shores
September 14, 2015: Ever since moving to Harpswell I have made it my mission to take advantage of the time I have here and explore the area. One of the places I was able to hike and bird at before hunting season started was Skolfield Shores. It is a nature preserve off Route 123 in Harpswell. I had driven by the parking lot several times, but finally pulled in and parked on September 14th. There is a lot more to the preserve but I only took the short hike to the shore to see what I could see. I knew that shorebirds were migrating back then and was hoping I would see some. The trail led me through a yard and past houses and down through some trees, before opening up into a meadow and emerging at the shore.
Then it was time to turn back and climb the stairs into the woods and across the meadow on my return trip. I have not been back since. During hunting season I was afraid to go into the woods for fear of getting shot, but now that hunting season is over I hope to go exploring again. I did not think I would have this opportunity, but we are having such mild weather that I may still be able to do it! We have not had any snow yet here in Harpswell, so I feel I am being given a gift. I just have to get used to going out birding in the middle of the day since it gets dark by 4:30 PM!
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Barnes Landing-a photo essay
Barnes Landing is a little known and little visited cove on the shores of Middle Bay in Brunswick, Maine. I went here on September 6th to count birds for World Shorebirds Day. As the clouds and mist rolled in and the wind sprang up, I felt I was alone in the world in a wild place where the lines of Longfellow’s poem sprang to mind about “the forest primeval” and such. It is the sort of place where one feels the need of a weathervane or compass to guide your way, where all nature is close and ready to offer you gifts if you are receptive to her voice.
The Old Farm at Barnes Landing
Least sandpiper among the eel grass.
Grass mat growing down to the tide line
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