In the Right Place: Sweet

Much to the delight of nectar sippers, and much to the discomfort of careless walkers, the paradoxical Bull Thistles are maturing.

On the one hand, this non-native weed produces far more nectar for pollinators than most flowers; on the other hand, it’s an invasive species that you better not try to pull out of the ground bare-handed. Below, we see what appears to be an American Painted Lady butterfly satisfying her sweet tooth on a Bull Thistle:

It’s also known as the Spear Thistle for obvious reasons and the Common Thistle, which is a literal translation of its scientific name, Cirsium vulgare. Here we have a Hummingbird Moth taking some sips:

(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: The Morning After

This is dawn today in Great Cove.

At the WoodenBoat School pier in the Cove. we can see some of the boats that raced in yesterday’s annual Eggemoggin Reach Regatta:

The sailors celebrated the famous Regatta’s finish at a party last night under tents on WBS’s waterfront field. It looks like most of them are sleeping-in this morning:

The 15-mile race for wooden sailboats, first run in 1985, ends here in the Cove, just to the left of Babson Island in the image above. There were well over 100 boats in this year’s Regatta, a good number of which hailed from distant ports in the U.S. and beyond. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Puffery

We usually have problems identifying Sandpipers, especially when they’re flying. Our best guess as to the ones in the images here – based on size, plumage, and their being in our field pond – is that they’re Pectoral Sandpipers.

But these images were taken in August, when Pectorals (if that's what these are) are supposed to have already migrated to Canada, Alaska, and the Arctic.

Anyway, we have an excuse to point out that Pectoral Sandpipers get their name from the males’ puffing out their chests (pectoral muscles) to impress the females.

It just occurs to us that we have fewer problems identifying Pectoral Humans than we do Sandpipers. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Rubs

Being a Master Harbor Cat can be grueling. Take Jethro here, for example; he’s the MHC for Great Cove Harbor. We interviewed him on August 1, a cat holiday celebrated as the beginning of Intense Summer.

He says that he’s proud of his record for keeping the WoodenBoat School’s Boat House and Pier secure from terrorist rodents. He also shrugs off the fact that he’s sacrificed his body to countless male and female sailors who needed a rub for luck and safety.

“It’s a tough life,” he says, “but some feline’s got to do it."

(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Windjammer Watch IX

It’s yesterday morning; we’re watching the schooner Mary Day departing Great Cove and entering a fog bank in Eggemoggin Reach. Her sails pick up some of the sun that’s attacking the fog, but she soon disappears in the mull.

Mary is a 125-foot schooner with classic mercantile coastal cruiser lines, but she was built in 1962 just for vacation cruises. (She has heat in every cabin!) She’s a frequent visitor to the Cove and always a welcome sight. Here's another image from our extensive file on her:

(Brooklin, Maine)

July Postcards From Maine

July was the beneficiary of good June weather. The woods and streams were lush most of the month, but we did get more fog than we'd like. Nonetheless,  the fog turns our lanes and gardens into a dream-like fantasy. Toward the end of the month when the fog and overcast let up, we finally could see the spectacular (almost full) moon rise.

July is when summer wildflowers reestablish residence here. They're ruled from the fields by Queen Anne's Lace. The Royalty is tended by commoners, including pink Crown and purple Cow Vetch. The wild Day Lilies come early in the month and the Golden Rod reveals itself toward the  month's end. Meanwhile, the native Fragrant Water Lily flowers and pads are at their prime in the marsh ponds.

July also is when the domestic flowers in the many gardens here begin to peak. Of course there are pink Roses. But there also are blue-purple Liatris, yellow ornamental Sunflowers, red Cosmos, blue and white Lacecap Hydrangeas, multi-colored Honeysuckle hybrids, and many more garden delights.

Our visiting and resident animals seem to know that they can relax here in our part of "Vacationland." Great Blue Herons with six-foot wingspans are overhead and in the marshes; Red Squirrels and Porcupines seem to do a little less damage as they enjoy some time off; Broad-Winged hawks hunt from treetops; Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds hunt among the Bee Balm; male Red-Winged Blackbirds stand guard as the much smaller females take baths on lily pads, and Painted Turtles build apartment complexes for themselves.

The return of the Monarch Butterflies has been high on our July checklist since these insects started to be threatened by, among other things, lack of milkweed (the only thing their caterpillars eat). But, return they did this year. They laid eggs on the milkweed and their striking yellow, black, and white caterpillars were soon munching the plant leaves. Also returning were the dazzling 12-Spotted Skimmer Dragonflies.

As with the Monarchs, keeping tabs on the coastal schooners and fishing vessels is part of our July checklist.  The schooners visit our Great Cove where their passengers can visit the famous WoodenBoat School campus. Below, we see the Brigantine Actress reflecting herself and the schooners Stephen Taber (under sail) and Tree of Life (anchored) in the Cove. Below them, the fog is lifting in our Naskeag Harbor to reveal the fishing vessel Colby & Bryce.

Of course, there are many smaller, recreational boats that ply our waters or just pose in them, including this assortment:

Finally, July contains Independence Day and Brooklin is famous for its July 4th parade, band music, and food and games at the Town Commons, which we reported on in a separate post. But here, as a reminder, is Old Glory leading the parade marching up Naskeag Road:

(Brooklin, Maine; all images taken in July 2018)

In the Right Place: Bobbing

Greater Yellowlegs Sandpipers such as this one are regular visitors to Great Cove in the summer. They’re shy and, as they fly away, they curse in the foulest of bird language, judging from the raucousness of their expletives.

They do sometimes perform comedic routines, however:  They’ll wade slowly up to their boney knees in the Cove; then, they’ll run erratically here and there after zipping fish; then, they’ll stop in consternation and bob their little heads repeatedly like a pump handle.

Can you guess which is larger, the Greater Yellowlegs or Lesser Yellowlegs Sandpiper?  Okay, that was too easy. But, can you imagine the plain Yellowlegs Sandpiper that is greater than the Lesser and lesser than the Greater? Well, there are no plain Yellowlegs in this bird family – you’re born into it either Greater or Lesser. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Glitter

Last night the sky over Naskeag Harbor was clear and the moon's glitter path was bright. The  moon was a “waning gibbous moon.”

That is, it was waning because it’s in the process of appearing smaller and smaller to us after our July 27 full moon and it was gibbous because it was humped/distorted, showing us less that a full circle, but more than the quarter moon that it soon will be. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Charitable

We got a break in the weather yesterday and the sun shone most of the day. This was especially lucky for us, because we had purchased tickets for Open Garden Day, a “rain or shine” event in Northeast Harbor, Maine. The public was “invited” – for $45.00 a head ($40.00 for advance sale tickets) – to tour the grounds of six gorgeous private properties that have remarkable gardens. Below is part of “The Playhouse” property overlooking Somes Sound:

The Day was sponsored by the Garden Club of Mt. Desert for the benefit of various charities and was well worth the price for those who love first class landscaping in spectacular settings. We plan to do a major posting about this Garden Day when we get a chance. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Dreamy

The sun broke through for a few hours yesterday afternoon, but then the fog counterattacked – and it remains in occupation of Great Cove as we speak. We’re hoping for a break later today. However, we still get out to walk through the dreamy summer landscape on country lanes such as this one:

(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Character

We’ve had a week of fog and rain, but this morning the sun is trying to ride to our rescue. As you can see, there was hand-to-hand combat between the fog and the sun in Barbara's garden early this morning.

At times like this, you sometimes can get unique glimpses of Maine character. For example, a few days ago, the fog won the battle and swallowed the nicely-sheered Colby & Bryce, one of our hard-working fishing vessels that can’t be confused with a yacht. Here she is just before disappearing:

As we speak, the garden battle is raging, and the sun appears to be winning. But you never know what will happen weather-wise around here. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Song

It’s raining as we speak and we’ve had dreary weather most of the week. We need a reminder that it’s summer in Maine, and this Yellow Warbler will do nicely.

He’s a summer resident who usually is much easier to hear than to see, and therein lies a problem.

My Peterson Guide says his song sounds like “tsee-tsee-tsee-tsee-titi-wee” or “weet weet weet tsee-tsee wew.” My Sibley Guide says it’s “sweet sweet sweet ti ti ti to soo” or “swee swee swee ti ti ti swee.” The anthropomorphic Cornell Lab of Ornithology says it’s “sweet sweet sweet I’m so sweet.” And, I don’t agree with any of them. I wonder how those authorities would describe a Beethoven symphony. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Pert

We’ve been having a lot of fog lately, which prompts us to play games such as watching sailboats disappear into the dreaminess and predicting where they’ll reappear.

Here, Crackerjack has caught a breeze and heads eagerly into Great Cove’s oblivion. She’s a pert 12 ½-foot Haven with red sails and green hull; and, she seems to enjoy teaching WoodenBoat School students to sail. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Fishers Wanted

Porcupines are pariahs here; we have too many. Which means that we don’t have enough fishers, and by that we don’t mean lobstermen. We mean the weasels that are to porcupines what wolves are to deer. The fisher is an unrelenting predator that immobilizes porcupines by biting their faces and then ripping their unprotected stomachs open (not a G-rated movie).

Uncontrolled porcupines can do considerable damage to the trees, especially in winter when their diet turns to bark. In the spring and summer, however, their low popularity rating seems to improve a point or two when they eat many fruits, nuts, and buds, while doing their best to look cute.

This fellow has been visiting us off and on this summer. He eats clover like a rabbit and shows why he was given the name Porcupine, which means “spiny pig,” according to its Latin origins. (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Windjammer Watch VIII

Two handsome schooners came into Great Cove on July 18 and left the following morning. The first was the sleek, low-slung 120-foot J&E Riggin out of Rockport, Maine. She was launched in 1927. 

The second schooner to visit that day was the 91-foot Tree of Life out of Newport, Rhode Island, a luxuriously-appointed cruiser. She was launched in 1991 and has sailed the world.

Here's the Riggin again that morning, as she was anchored just outside the swing of the Friendship Sloop Belford Gray at her mooring:

The Riggin left the Cove under motor power and the Tree was still anchored when we had to leave the Cove; hence, both images are only “stick shots” (no sails up). (Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Royalty

Adult Monarch Butterflies are arriving from the south and their caterpillars (larva) are emerging from the first eggs laid here this year. Judging from last year and this summer so far, the Monarchs are making a comeback from reduced populations.

Monarch Butterflies will take nectar from a wide variety of flowers. However -- and here is a big part of the problem -- in the caterpillar stage, they can only eat milkweed leaves and the habitat for that unpopular weed has been shrinking. Here are some caterpillars seen yesterday eating milkweed:

Some reports say that this insect was named a “Monarch” because it is the king of beauty as far as butterflies go. Others say that it received that title to honor King William III of William and Mary fame. In any case, this butterfly is special and so is our neighbor Sherry Streeter who cultivates milkweed to help save the Monarchs. The caterpillars shown above are on Sherry’s plants.

(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Balms Away!

We’re thinking that maybe Bee Balm should be renamed Bee Bomb. It erupts in the garden in an explosion of red (sometimes purple) bursts and does not calm the bees, butterflies, hummingbirds, and other pollinators, as a balm would.

It makes pollinators crazy with desire to collect all that nectar while it lasts. Female Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds, abandoned by the males after mating, abound in our Bee Balm Patch:

Many Honey and Bumble Bee species feed there and are difficult to tell apart. We're guessing that this is a Northern Amber Bumble Bee (Bombus borealis):

This Eastern Black Swallowtail Butterfly is one of many butterflies competing in the patch:

The Bee Balm plant (Monarda) is native to Northeast America. It was used by Native Americans here for medicinal purposes and its flowers were steeped by them into a tea. When English tea was boycotted by America's colonists after their Tea Party, many Bostonians switched to Bee Balm tea, which they called Oswego Tea. 

(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Windjammer Watch VII

The 118-foot Grace Bailey visited Great Cove late July 17 and left the next morning. She was built in 1882 for Edwin Bailey, who named her after his daughter.

 She was renamed Mattie in 1906 after being rebuilt then. She was rechristened with her original name in 1990, when she was fully restored.

Grace has been a National Historic Landmark since 1992 and is now one of four surviving wooden-hulled, two-masted schooners that engaged in coastal commerce.   

She hails from Camden, Maine, and remains one of the fastest windjammers afloat.(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Spotty

This common dragonfly is causing confusion. It is officially named the 12-Spotted Skimmer Dragonfly, due to the total number of brown spots on the wings of each member of the species.

Many people prefer to count white spots on wings, however, and they call the insect a 10-spotted skimmer. Those in this 10-spot crowd apparently have not yet discovered that only adult males of this species have white wing spots, hence they have no name for the females and young. Compare the flying female above with the resting adult male below.

(Brooklin, Maine)

In the Right Place: Tiny Miracles

Sometimes, a tiny miracle occurs just when the fog lifts off a still sea. The world seems to turn flat – a silver plate of reflected and often connected images. During such a moment in Great Cove a few days ago, the Brigantine Actress seemed to reach down through the stillness and lightly touch the Dory Wild Rose:

Dinghies and Skiffs slowly swung in the slight breeze and tide:

A brief beam of sunlight found the Catboat Shenaniganz:

The sun disappeared again and the Concordia Free Spirit waited in silvered calm:

The Belford Gray, a Friendship Sloop, pointed out to the retreating fog in Eggemoggin Reach:

Actress remained sitting while the incoming tide wrinkled the water around her:

(Brooklin, Maine)