That Sassy Seagull!
On a mid-September jaunt to the beach
frigid Atlantic waves crashed in
towards beach goers.
An endless canvas of a pale blue sky
mirrored the stretching sea.
Mysterious footprints mazed around the sandy beach,
each treading a unique and personal story.
Sea gulls dotted the landscape, some squawking with a deep seated
desire for fish.
Others repeatedly circled beach sun bathers,
searching and snoopin’ for snacks,
any that would curb their cravings.
Perhaps they would stumble upon kernels of popcorn from a plastic snack bag or a
snippet of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from a busy little
toddler.
As the sun stood high in the sky and
afternoon prepared it’s reign,
the resting couple from higher elevations of NH
dug their toes in the smooth warm sand.
The male peered in his trusty binocs
at the wide world of sea before him
and skimmed a hunter’s magazine.
The lady breathed the salty air and listened to the waves
soothing her mind.
She read a book quietly
until a nosy and mischievious sea gull
sprung to action!
Sassy Sam snuck
between the metal chairs in a covert operation,
while other sea gull mates stood by to inspect
his work.
With a snap of his beak, he pulled a chip bag
from the beach bag!
The lounging lady followed him
and hung out until he was done browsing
in the sack.
Minutes after Sassy Sam’s persistence shined,
as he tugged with full force on the lady’s towel.
Never underestimate the strength of a hungry
seagull!
A few weekends ago Tom and I ventured down the route 93 into Portsmouth, New Hampshire. It was a Friday late afternoon and cars were hustling everywhere, possibly from commutes from work or other vacationers seeking peace on weeks end. Once we pass the majestic metal bridge into Kittery, Maine, we’re home free. It’s about a half hour on a good day and maybe 40 minutes other days up route 1 into York and then Ogunquit, Maine.
We ate delicious seafood meals and stayed in a little quaint motel called Towne Lyne Motel. There we were fortunate enough to have a private cozy porch off our room, where we watched the river and had little Dixie cups of berry wine.
It was heaven exploring the infamous Marginal Way, starting at the Perkins Cove. We parked there and followed the trail above the craggy cliffs and watched breaking waves crashing against the rocks with a vigor that’s unmatched. While walking I greeted most walkers and even talked with a few including a nice couple from Chicago. We reveled in unison of the majestic beauty there and soaked in the sunny day with all our might.
It was a glorious and relaxing weekend away for us! If you haven’t visited Ogunquit, Maine, check it out! There are quaint antique and unique shops, great restaurants and many accomodations for your needs.
Have a happy week everyone!
All My Best,
Heart and Soul
