Herring Gull

Here is a Herring Gull standing on a rock next to the remains of a tasty snack.

Chestnut-sided Warbler

This is a fuzzy picture of a Chestnut-sided Warbler. I took this near Seawall in Acadia National Park.

What The Hell?

This is a Herring Gull. They were floating in the water like ducks, and then every now and then they would jump up out of the water and then immediately dive under. Kind of like a little bath. I caught this one in the act.

Herring Gull

This is what a Herring Gull looks like when it acts like a duck.

Wonderland Again

Another picture from the Wonderland trail.

One reason to call it Wonderland

This is at the end of the Wonderland trail. The Song Sparrow was chipping at me in the background. The view was great. Maybe the sparrow wanted it all to himself.

Song Sparrow

I think I was disturbing this Song Sparrow. He kept hopping around this tree and making this chipping noise. As long as I was near, he was acting that way. A small price to pay for me getting a pretty good picture of him.

Peek-A-Boo

I took this picture on the Wonderland trail. This is a Black-throated Green Warbler. He was really close, but he never came all the way out to give me the "full monty".

:-)

More Rocky Coast

Ain't nuthin growing there.

Two Tone

See anything funny here? The rock is two-toned. The whitish rock is granite. The dark rock is...er...not granite. It was lava that got between layers of granite, or something like that. There was a sign in the parking lot that explained it all, but I did not take a picture of that. The dark rock erodes much quicker than the granite.

Splash

This was at the very tip of Schoodic Peninsula. I was about twenty feet from the edge. I knew that if I got too close, then I would either get an unwanted shower, or even worse, end up in the ocean wondering how the heck to get back out again. The most precious moment (*sarcasm*) was when somebody let their kid go running towards the edge (he looked like he was five or six years old). The kid slipped and fell about FIVE feet from the edge before one of the parents yelled to them "Be careful honey. The water is very cold." Uh...yeah.

Cozy

Not much to say about this. Typical Maine coastline.

Summer Home of a Winter Wren

I heard a bird singing a very complicated song while I was walking back down The Anvil. The song was familiar to me, but I just could not place it. So I trudged up into the woods to find that bird. It was a Winter Wren. It might be in this picture, but that would be an accident. They are tiny little birds with a big song. I recognized it from one of my ultra-geeky birg song CDs. I have seen a Winter Wren before back home, but they are only there in winter and thus not singing.

Note that the forest floor was covered in moss and decaying wood, and my feet would mush in a couple inches each step I took. It was quite a weird feeling, almost like I could break through and sink up to my knees at any point.

The Anvil

Towards the southern end of the Schoodic Peninsula is a little hill called The Anvil. It is about 450 feet high and provides wonderful views. Assuming that it is not foggy. Since it was foggy today, I could not take pictures of the views. So I instead took pictures of what the top looked like. That is my pile of junk towards the bottom of this image. A sign on the left points you down various trails. There are rocks. There are trees. And fog. Did I mention the fog?