2.27.2003
The morning sun now comes in the lower corner of my eastern windows in the morning and hangs there, warming a case of books. On the western side of the house the sun covers my desk in light for the better part of an hour come late afternoon. This morning from my cold desk I look north onto treetops painted in sunlight. The seat of my wooden chair chills and so the fire burns all day. We're burning lumber now, and old, damp wood from a neighbor's pile. Our beautiful cords of oak and bay are completely gone.
But hope and spring are near. I watched two Kingfishers in an apparent fight over territory yesterday in a preamble to the coming breeding season. I wonder where the Osprey that I see each day in Oyster Cove will nest. I saw him fishing last evening about sunset. He chose a spot already being fished by gulls and they chased him each time he neared the water, but finally he came up with a large fish in his talons. He flapped, and struggled for more air, but couldn't make headway against the weight of the fish and remained a foot above the water, chased by gulls. Finally, the last gull gave up, but he dropped the fish and only then was able to pull up and away from the water. A neighbor watched an Osprey near Heart's Desire carrying a perch taller than itself.
The beach at low tide was strewn last night with jellyfish and herring roe.
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