Bird's the Word

With the arrival of Spring come the feathered friends we aren't supposed to shoot, although they do commonly get mistaken for helicopters or coots. Close on the heels of those plovers and warblers come other things, like old people parked in the middle of the road with prescription binoculars, and a general feeling of rush-hour on the Hawk Road. One always has the feeling they're being watched, and the months of peeing off the deck are over.

It won't be until the fog arrives in June that things will improve. Not that the birders will stay home in frustration, only that we won't be able to see them.

Spring Fever-for-the-Flava

While most birds will be going south, some will be pointing north. As nature gasps back to life, the human instinct is kick-starting too, and I can think of a few Hawkers that are getting ready to display their feathers. Tiss the season to unload the comforting acquaintances of winter and be free as a crane on the flats. May1st marks the official beginning of the high-water clammin' season, but it seems some have used their calendars for TP over the winter and are not waiting for tanned skin and bikini trims before they jump in. More sources are needed, but from what I heard, there are a few chickens lookin' for a coop.

Aground in the Inlet

Skipper Eric of The Hawk had to run the Little Hope I aground to clear rope in his wheel near the Hawk Wharf in the morning hours of April 23rd. Illegal activity was dismissed when Eric hollered out, "Aya, got some rope in ma wheel...diver's on his way."

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