Every time I go out for a hike I’m always excited when I catch a glimpse of wildlife I don’t see on a regular basis. Most often I see only squirrels, chipmunks, and common birds like crows, ravens, blue jays, and seagulls.
I still haven’t seen a moose that’s stood still long enough for me to get a picture (and I’ve lived in Maine my whole life), and the only time I really see deer are when they come into my yard.
I’ve seen and photographed a few eagles and each time I see one I’m always filled with awe.
Most recently I was on a hike down a trail I hadn’t been on since the first time I hiked it over a year ago. That first hike happened in the height of summer when it was so stiflingly hot and the trail was plagued with black flies, mosquitoes, and horseflies (which I think I may be allergic to) that I was in no real hurry to hike that trail again. But once the days turned cooler this year, I decided to take a chance. I’m glad I did.
The trail has a main loop but also an offshoot that takes hikers down to the beach of a little cove. While I was sitting on a rock on the beach having lunch, my hiking partner got my attention with one word…. “Seal!”
I looked up and out in the bay was not one, not two, but almost twelve of them (what is a group of seals called? A herd? A pod? I guess I’ll have to do some research). We sat and watched them as the tide slowly started to recede. I took several pictures and even a little video as they were vying for the best spots on the rocks to sun themselves. We even witnessed what had to be the alpha male get into a little slap-fight with another seal that was trying to conquer the same rock.
It was a pretty awesome day that could have easily never even happened if I hadn’t decided to try that trail again.
Until next time…