1 September 2007
Moskey Basin
Day Thirteen
The night was cold and this morning there is not a breath of wind. Water that was seething yesterday with waves and whitecaps is glass. Mist is as high as the ridge behind the south shore. In this stillness the whirr of bird wings is clearly audible.
From the rock in front of my shelter last night I watched a squadron of twenty Mergansers sweep into and out of the cove; their heads mostly under water. The wild and unmistakable call of a wolf rolled into my ears from the southwest. Three Sierra Club volunteers, out of a group of 10 arriving on the island today, joined me on the rock for several minutes of conversation. I watched their excited, talkative energy like I watched the Mergansers: as if they were an alien species.
1 comment:
Mmmmmm...humans are such strange creatures. I like the interplay between the picture (very nice) and the words. I also like the comparison between the people and the other wildlife particularly the "chattering" of them.
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