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Update: June 12, 2018 – Be aware of the Beaver dam this year

As I say in the blog below, this river changes every time you visit.  On this day we got to the Fort Hill Road put in knowing the Connecticut River was very low which means in turn so is the Oxbow and the Mill River.   My brother and I had no problem making it to the mouth of the river as it is still early in the season and the river weeds are still young sprouts. We could see that Hulberts Pond was also low and the center island was exposed.  We enjoyed watching the usual lone Great Blue. Took a few shots,,, I’ll come back to that 🙂

It wasn’t two minutes into the river that I spotted a large beaver dam that looked to be blocking the entire width of the river which is about 80 feet wide. At the same time I spotted a deer on the opposite side of the dam bounding into the brush. To quick for a picture this time. The dam was about 3 feet high but it was not holding back any water.  I was thinking that it was because the water had been escaping via Hulberts Pond. However, today this was not the case.  After spending several minutes observing in awe the solid structure of the dam the Beavers had built I decided to explore the left end of the dam that I could not see from my vantage point, but having observed that the river current looked stronger there, it was worth a look see.  After dropping back and maneuvering to the left and pushing the kayak over shallows of river silt I found that there was a 10 foot gap blown out of the dam. In fact, the rush of water had carved out a new wall on the bank of the river at least 8 to 10 feet high!

Still having the adventurous spirit, I decided to see if I could make it through. It was a little tough squeezing down into my kayak to make it under the large tree laying from the bank into the dam but I made it.  The next hurdle was to push again over the river silt that the force of the running water deposited in its rush to escape the confines of the dam.  I made it and so did my brother who’s kayak has a deeper draft.  We did make it up to our favorite spot we call “the cathedral” and I wondered how may more times that will be possible this year.   Looking at the depth of the water I’d say it would be wise to check to see if it’s below 5.80 feet at the Northampton Gauge. If it is you will not likely get up river.  This site is maintained by the U.S. Geological Survey.  The water stream flow data  is a must for serious kayakers!   https://waterdata.usgs.gov/usa/nwis/uv?01171500  Just a note here; I did see the beaver patrolling the backside of the dam on our way back.  I’m sure he was trying to figure out how to repair the damage!

Now for the rest of the story 🙂  Remember I was taking pictures of the Heron on the way into the river?  Well I took several photos and it wasn’t until I was reviewing them a few days later that I found something interesting in one of the shots that was out of focus…  A Deer and it’s fawn behind him in focus!   This must have been the deer that I observed on the other side of the dam running from me!     Oh and one more observation…  It was the perfect time to see the broods of little Mallards.  Both on the way up and back we saw three separate families.  Those little Mallards are so cute at this age.

 

 

 

How sweet it is!

 

 

Originally Published May 29, 2011 With rewrite in Aug 2017

Easily one of my favorite places. Part of Arcadia Wildlife Sanctuary it’s a haven for a large variety of birds and mammals. This is also by far brother Don’s number one kayaking sight for sure. Every week for the past few years if I ask where do you want to go, it will be here. I guess you could say this is our happy place.  In 12 years we’ve been here over 85 times.  I will say that kayaking the Mill River, as in life, is about the times  when something special happens.  These are precious moments.  The Mill more then anywhere else has more of those precious moments then anywhere else.  The Mill  changes every time you put in.  It changes with the seasons, the weeks, and the day! The birds or animals you see makes such a difference in the experience of each trip as does the stages of growth of the flora both in and surrounding the water.  It changes with the river level even more!  The Mill flows into the Oxbow which flows into the Connecticut River.  When the Connecticut is high the water backs up into the Mill and overflows the banks, flooding about a half of a square mile of lush forest.  Kayaking in the flooded forest is a real treat.  Most of the flooding I’ve experienced has been in the spring which is nice but summer flooding is by far so much more of a sight to behold.  One sunny Sunday morning in July is all it takes to turn you into a believer.   The sunlight shinning through the trees and reflecting off the water back up to the underside of the leaves is a sight to remember.  Oh yes, I should mention when the river floods it is very easy to become disorientated and can be hard to find your way out.  On this July morning Don and I did not agree which way was back to the launch.  Well it turned out I was right as I validated by looking at Google Maps!  It was fun to see just where we were as the satellite followed me, the little blue dot, kayaking the flood plains of the Mill.

When we first started coming here we were putting in at the Route 5 Oxbow launch and paddling up the Oxbow to the Manhan River and then to the Mill River.  We soon realized that it was easier to take East Street to Fort Hill Road and put in at the mouth of the Mill.  We’ve put in both to the right and left this side of the bridge and to the right on the other side so whichever is your preference.  Oh and when the river is flooded you may be forced to stop your car where the road goes underwater and launch from there!

While there are signs posted to alert you of the fact that there is no fishing or hunting in this wildlife sanctuary, you can still experience some great sightings of birds, deer, beavers, and fish.

A Buttonbush

I have so many outstanding memories kayaking on the Mill.  Starting with my first discovery of a button bush! Ever see a Button Bush in full bloom? Pure white little balls with very symmetric stems capped with tiny yellow flowers. Such perfect little globes in every respect. God gets an A+ for this one.  You’ve got to be there on the perfect day to catch ’em when they’ve just bloomed and still bright white.   A precious moment.

Cedar Waxwing swooping in for a dragonfly!

Then there was my first encounter with a flock of Cedar Waxwings! We were sitting in our kayaks on a sunny Sunday morning while we watched these beautiful birds swooped right in front of our kayaks picking off the damselflies and dragonflies one by one!  They seem to prefer the smaller damselflies. The Cedar Waxwing is a gorgeous bird to look at. I’ve got some great pics of them doing the same on the Swift River, one of which hangs proudly in my living room. IMG_1655aCedar Waxwings are nomadic and usually fly in groups so it’s not like you can go back and see them again, it’s all about the luck and timing. Watching Cedar Waxwings is surely a precious moment!

This will be true of so many of the great  memorable trips I’ve had on the Mill.  I’ve spent many wonderful Sunday mornings here  watching a variety of beautiful birds; Great Blue Herons, Great Egrets, Green Herons, Eagles, Red-Tail Hawks, Coopers Hawks,  Virginia Rail, Canada Goose, Spotted Sandpipers, Kingfishers,  Goldfinches, Swallows, Robins, Flycatchers, Crows, Killdeer, Swallows, Song Sparrows, Swans, Mergansers, Mallards, Red-headed Woodpeckers , Pileated Woodpeckers, Downy Woodpeckers, Hairy Woodpeckers, and a Yellow-Rumped Warbler. Each sighting a precious moment.

IMG_0621Everything is about the luck of the day.  In my 12 years on the Mill,  I often wondered why I hadn’t seen a deer. One year I caught one running away from me, too quick to get a shot, but this year (2017) was different. I’ve seen this guy a few times and both times he stayed around long enough to have his portrait taken. Another precious moment!

One trip in late May in 2010 Don and I started our morning as we normally do in Hulberts Pond having our morning coffee and breakfast sandwiches when out of the blue we heard a huge splash! then another and then yet another all from different spots in the pond.  Then out of the blue, one right by my kayak!  We soon realized we were in the middle of them.  They were Carp and it was spawning season.  With the water just a few feet deep throughout the pond it must have been perfect timing and conditions.  Here’s a link to one of the videos I captured from that day. https://youtu.be/Kj_ZrrWiRz8     There were probably about 40 of them paired off, they’d swim side by side quietly for a spell and then they both would convulse so rapidly that the splash would be heard  from across the pond. When they did it aside your kayak you’d think someone hit it with a baseball bat!     A truly precious moment, one I will never forget.

Several years the beavers build dams across a sections of the river that required getting out of the kayak to get over.  In the river this year (2107) there is one that is about 100 feet long holding back about a foot of water.  We have portaged around it and it of course was well worth it.  We’ve also seen a huge dam  that stretched the entire back of the pond.  They have to dam both areas to hold the water back because water does flow from the river into the back of the pond too.   While these dams can ruin a kayak trip I find that they once they are up it takes a real flood to bring them down.  When all else fails just kayak out into the Oxbow to see the marina or it’s a short paddle to the Manhan River.

Beavers are always fun to watch here too. one year paddling upriver, I came face to face with a very big beaver his face just a few feet from mine as he was up on the bank and I lower in my kayak.  He looked down on me as I passed him coming round a bend.  It happened so fast I could not get to my camera fast enough.   Other trips we take our time to watch them swim back and forth slapping their tails in warning that you’re in their territory.    I’ve heard a fellow kayaker tell of seeing bear family up river just before the Route 10 dam, however the closest we’ve come is seeing bear scat on a fallen tree.

IMG_4517We’ve made it a few times all the way up to the dam at Route 10 in Easthampton but only when the river is flooded.  Most years you’ll be stopped at the dam of trees up past the Cathedral.  That’s where I’m at now, the blue dot on the Google Map.  What’s the Cathedral you ask?  🙂 Well it’s the name Don and I have given the area between the blue dot and the first elbow of the Z just below it.  This area is just the most beautiful, spot on the river, as Don would say…  Wunderschon!   Here the trees tower high above leaning into river as if to create high cathedral arches.  This has always been the heart of our happy place.  It’s always quite and peaceful.  I’d like to point out here that my banner picture for this blog is a picture of me in the straw hat enjoying that peacefulness or should I say that precious moment!  The only thing that will make our stay short is if the mosquitoes are biting.  While that happens some times it’s never enough to keep us from returning.

Because Don and I enjoy the Mill so much we are always eager to bring friends and relatives here to show it off.  IMG_2998 11X14In 2014 we made the trip with five of Don’s friends from Germany.  Ludwig, Isabelle, Ula, Yergen, and Phillip were treated with sightings of a Great Blue Heron, a Spotted Sandpipper, a flock of Canada Geese, and we also had the great experience of gliding under a Golden Eagle who’s watchful eye followed us as we passed under.  On another trip in 2011 with Ludwig and Isabelle, we were surprised as we entered “the Cathedral”  to see a great big hornets nest up in the top arches of the trees.  I should mention here that Ludwig is a beekeeper.

IMG_1544Seasons can also help make that precious moments.  Spring to me is the beginning… every year I look forward to the first sings of spring because I know it’s that start of another year of kayaking.  Usually in early April it’s exciting to see the first specs of green in the vast sea of grayish brown that winter seams to leave behind.  The first green fiddle heads poking through or the spray of ground foliage racing to be first.  Summer speaks for itself.  We are so taken by the changes in the river as plants grow.  Precious moments are abound. Sunshine in the trees and cool breezes on a warm morning are what makes kayaking here in summer.  It’s sad though when the water level gets real low and the river grass so gets thick that it makes getting into the Mill nearly impossible. even that is a precious moment.  In fall as in spring there’s also an added benefit of  greater viability for bird watching.  I’d also note that I tend to see more beavers in the spring and fall.  Winter, while I’ve not kayaked on the river, I’ve walked the shores, only to experience another precious moment.  This would be the combination of melting ice and the receding river.  Picture the river flowing high up the banks into the trees and the winter’s chill forms an ice shelf along the shore. Next the river level falls as the Connecticut empties into the ocean and what’s left is a sheet of ice suspended above the water clinging to the trees and bushes.  Now, here comes the sun.  (Gee, that’s one of my favorite songs!)  Well as the sun melts the ice it falls away from the trees!  Crashing ice is heard breaking the silence of the morning.  Another precious moment!

If your up this way be sure to stop by Arcadia Wildlife Sanctuary.  There are great trails that run along side the river and Huberts Pond.  There’s even an elevated observation deck for wildlife viewing.  And to the right of the Meadows Conservation Area there is a large Heron Rookery with about 20 nests and in the past it’s had a few Eagles nests as well.  I’ll end with if you enjoy this precious place as much as I do, become a member to support their work. IMG_1507

 

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DSCN2143 The Bass River is great spot to explore. Our first paddle on the Bass River was in July 2005 we put in on the West Dennis side right off of Route 28,  there is a good parking area and landing so it was easy in and out and there is plenty of open space and shore line to explore. We went in one of our larger expeditions as we vacationed with my Brother-in-law and his family that year.  There were seven of us in all. Don, Renee and Matt were there for fishing, this was one of Don favorite fishing spot. Stripers were his goal! DSCN2142Of course he wanted one big enough to bring home for supper but that has eluded him the few times he fished here. The few small stripers he caught kept him motivated!  I was never a fisherman; mostly it was about having to take the fish off the hook. Not my cup of tea. What happens if I caught a river monster!!!

I had the whole family on this trip. We never ventured to far up river as there was enough to see and experience within a half mile from the launch. There was a nice Osprey family nesting close to the water and a big gaggle of geese wading near by. Don, Renee, and Matt fished most of the time while Diane, Danielle, Andrea, Megan, and me explored. DSCN2156This was only Diane’s second kayak excursion. She said she prefer smaller rivers, but this was nice. It’s now 2016 and I’m sad to say she has not been back out with me.  I am thankful she gives me the time to continue my kayaking passion.

I have it in my notes that I did go back to this same launch and went south a few years later.  My memory is it was a tough paddle because of the wind and tide so we did not get far.   I’ve learned since that it is very important to be aware of the conditions when paddling tidal rivers.

The we all had a great time here and I will return. I’d like to go up to Kelly’s Bay someday.  I have paddled Follins Pond further up but launched right in the pond. Be sure to read that blog, I had an outstanding experience kayaking in a heavy rain!

 

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IMG_2174This year my brother Don and I found another new paddling site, Elwell Island.  In years past, before my kayaking days, I had been to the “Northampton Rail Trail” many times and for me the best part of the trip had been the crossing of the Connecticut River on the Norwottuck Rail Trail Bridge.  I guess I was always drawn to water.  I’d seen the island from above and it would always bring me back to Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn and the rafting he did with Jim on Mississippi while escaping the bonds of slavery.  The Connecticut River was always what I had pictured the Mississippi to look like.  I did see the Mississippi when I visited New Orleans and it did not break the connection in my mind.

IMG_2178In my 15 years of kayaking I don’t ever remember looking at a map and noticing the put-in at the park. This was again a find on paddling.net’s application “Launch Sites”.  Turned out to be a great launch.  The Park’s entrance is on  Damon Road, as you enter take a quick right and follow the road down around the Quonset hut. There is plenty of parking and a port-a-potty in season.  The launch is a short carry down a steep but manageable road. On my second trip there, I backed my car down the hill without incident.  The dock is large and we were able to put in from either side. Once in the water we paddled across West Branch to Elwell Island and sat for our morning coffee and breakfast. Sorry but you’ll see this ritual in most of my blogs. It’s a wonderful tradition that we’ll keep because it so enjoyable to breakfast surrounded by the ever changing beauty of nature.

Going up the West Branch we found it to be very peaceful.  An occasional biker or runner could be seen crossing the bridge, but once past all was quiet.  On the way up we did see a Great Blue but not much else.  It was just peaceful.  IMG_7478Approaching the northern tip of the Island we saw a few boats anchored and a small party of boaters enjoying a liquid breakfast; looked like they were there for the day and they were supplied with several coolers to keep them going.  They were a friendly bunch and when prompted by Don we got an invite for a beer.  To close to breakfast for us, we kept paddling up through the sallow water and around the sandy beach.  Once out in the main body of the river one really got the feel for the size of the Connecticut River.  In spring the volume of water that flows from the ice melt is both incredible and dangerous.  About halfway down the island on our second trip we decided to put in and explore it.  I was upriver from Don and went into the heavily forested island alone.  I found a great campsite that with the right provisions would have made me, or Huckleberry and Jim, very comfortable for a few days.  But alas,,, there was a Sunday afternoon party to be back for.

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As for wildlife, between the two trips I saw a Peregrine Falcon, an Osprey, a Great Blue Heron, several Mallards, and an Otter.   The Peregrine Falcon was pretty exciting for me as it was the first I had observed.  They had been extinct in this area and they have now been successfully reintroduced.  Our famous nesting pair was on the Monarch building  and then on the Memorial Bridge in Springfield.  I wonder if this one was nesting on the Calvin Coolidge Bridge?   Seemed to be his territory.

I’ll be back here again as I want a better picture of this falcon!

 

 

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Quabog 003The Quaboag Pond and River was an exceptionally nice paddle. As I’m always partial to rivers and streams both times here we paddled to the river.

In June of 2002 I did this paddle with my brother Ray his son Anton and my daughter Megan.  Gee that was 14 years ago! It was a great outing for us and the kids as much then as my paddle this year with my brother Don.  The most memorable part of our first trip was watching a seaplane do about 20 landings and takeoffs on the lake.  We figured he was a beginner so we stayed out of his way of course!  I can remember my expert brother Ray pointing out all the plants and animals we saw.  Who would ever have known what a bladder-wort looks like and why they exist if not for him?  Ray pointed out the little flowers as if something sacred.  After years of kayaking rivers and ponds I now know why.  Life on this little planet of ours is so precarious!  Seeing how evasive plants spread and change the balance  is sometimes frightening!  To think that someday a beautiful pond will no longer be navigable for the weeds is very sad.  Too many ponds are already like that in late summer.

IMG_6079Looking back at the pictures this first trip was quite the same route we took in 2015.  On that second paddle in August of 2015 with my brother Don we launched from Quaboag St / Shore Road near the mouth of the East Brookfield River.  There is a pubic boat launch right there as well if you’d like to put-in on the ramp.  On this day, we decided to shoot for the Quaboag River instead of exploring the East Brookfield as it looked a bit overgrown. It does look to be a great paddle as it meanders north to Lake Lashaway.  I might try it earlier in the season next time.

IMG_6062aThe Quaboag River turned out to be wise choice!  The paddle was nice watching swallows flying to and fro above the water at mach speeds picking off their morning breakfast.  The real treat however was the river.  Compared to the last time I was here the river was a masterpiece of vibrant color as the magenta flowers from the plants lining the sides of the meandering river were in full bloom.  Beautiful!  Not sure of the name of these plants (Ray what are they???) but I just parked my kayak into a patch of them and took in the color.  I watch the bees pollinating the flowers one after another. Another wonder of nature we have to be careful not to loose.

IMG_6098When we were putting in there was another couple  doing the same.  They were heading south to Quacumquasit Pond for the fishing.  We found quite a few lone fishermen in the Quaboag River too.  Clearly there are fish to be had here if that’s what you’re after.   On our way out we drove down to Lake Road to take a look at the Quacumquasit and found it had a great ramp to get into the pond which was right next to the inlet to the Quaboag Pond.

I’ll close with “I’ll be back!”   Looks like three really great paddles here, one down two to go!

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IMG_2239For years we’ve summered in Dennis Port and kayaked without fail on the West Reservoir. Always looking for a new spot we’ve frequently passed the Swan Pond on the left hand side of Depot Road. As there never seemed to be a put in marked on any of my maps we continued to pass it by.  This year however, I found the town landing pinned on the “Launch Sites” application I just downloaded so I decided to give it a try one morning with my oldest daughter Danielle.  The launch was very nice with plenty of parking and a nice sandy put in. There were no signs on Depot Rd. but the put-in on Clipper Lane is not too hard time find by taking Stafford Circle or Otis Kelly Road.

IMG_7738The morning we launched it was cloudy but calm.  From Depot Rd and from looking at the maps it always looked like a private lake with a shoreline of beach houses. While natural shorelines are always preferable to me it’s nice to see how the other half live, the other half that have water views that is. Needless to say I’d be happy if I owned any of them on this pond. Of course my preference would be one with a per-existing dock, however, I did like the creativity of the house that had its own little lighthouse!  I was somewhat surprised that there was some substantial undeveloped shoreline to enjoy and a small island that we did not take the time to explore.  The natural shoreline was mostly on the south west quadrant that leads into the Swan Pond River. Most vacationers know this river as the place to rent Kayaks while in Dennis Port. Swan Pond River often resembles a great kayak autobahn. I’ve never had the inkling to try putting in here while there are so many other great un-populated waterways nearby.

 

IMG_7718As with any water on the Cape we saw Ospreys, Kingfishers, Swans, Mallards, Cormorants and Gulls. A few provided some pretty good photo opportunities. After a dozen years of kayaking I know it’s all about being at the right place at the right time to get that picture that you want to hang on the wall. This year that Osprey picture happened on the nearby West Reservoir.  I’ll post that picture on that blog.

 

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IMG_7427There are so many great places to kayak in Massachusetts you would think we live in the land of a thousand lakes. I’m sure there are not that many but we have our fair share. What is really surprising to me is the number of rivers, ponds and lakes within populated cities that are overlooked by the masses who don’t really appreciate the beauty of what Mother Nature has given them.  Taking the time to explore these gems is a favorite kayaking pastime for me. Most of the time, like on Nashawannuck Pond, you’ll find that while some of the waterway is near a city or road that can detract from the quiet calm of nature, there is often a pleasant haven waiting for you at another end or inlet. It’s in these little havens that I often find myself asking why I’m here alone; why others haven’t discover the beauty?  After asking, I then waste no time in laying back in the kayak to soak it all in. Usually with the morning sunshine poking through trees that are  providing shoreline shade so welcomed on a warm summer’s day.

IMG_7413Nashawannuck Pond provided such an experience.  Launching from the public park in the city center the first photo op is the great American flag suspended over the pond.  Surely it’s the focal point to everyone passing over the Route 141 Cottage Street bridge on their way to work, school, or daily activity.  We were drawn to the park as the put in by a pin on the “Launch Sites” iPhone application, it was not a great launch site. Once we paddled south across the pond we found an official state launch site, complete with a concrete ramp and port-a-potty! Next time, we’ll take West Green Street off Route 141 for an easier put in.

First order of business,,, coffee and breakfast sandwiches while floating under a great shade tree.  It’s always a pleasure kayaking with my brother Don, he’s a great conversationalist who knows when it’s time to sit in silence to enjoy the moment.   With breakfast behind us we paddled off to explore the further reaches of the pond.  Next to our launch was the cemetery so as you can imagine the shoreline there was quite peaceful, next up was Nonotuck Park.  The only thing visible from the park was an amphitheater over looking the water, I imagine a great place for school children to watch nature shows.  On this Sunday morning, there was only a lone fisherman who did not seem to be having luck but was enjoying the day as was I.

IMG_7404There were a few houses on the pond that had small wharfs and  a few had manicured lawns right down to the water but mostly it was a tree lined wonderland.  The birds were signing and the sun was shining, what more could you ask for?   How about a chance to get a great shot of a Yellow-Shafted Northern Flicker?  This was my day!  I spotted him on the bank side by side with a Baltimore Oriole. Seemed like an odd couple but they soon went each their own way.  The flicker however stuck around to feed on a tree right in front of me.  I felt lucky as any I’ve seen in the past were deep in the shadows of the woods not conducive to my lens.  There was certainly enough here on this visit for a return trip some day and I’d encourage anyone thinking of kayaking to go for it.  If you live in Massachusetts there are plenty of great kayaking spots close to where you live.  Everyone has their favorite spots but for me it’s about discovering the beauty of each new pond, lake, or river.

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IPhone Pano of the put-in

iPhone Pano of the put-in

In August of 2015 Diane and I tried a new spot on the Cape called Ocean Mist for a few days. It was right on the Sound not but a few hundred feet from the mouth of Parkers River which looked very inviting on the map with several small ponds and a few open marshes to explore. However, when 6:00 AM arrived I found it a bit to breezy to put off from our beach. So as I had to find a Dunkin Donuts anyway, I headed to Route 28 to see if I could find another good put in. On the way I found a perfect spot right near the old ZooQuarium and Captain Parker’s Pub.   I knew this was going to be good when I walked over to the water line to look closer at the put in a Great Blue Heron took to flight squawking as I interrupted his morning peacefulness. Loading up my gear I realized I forgot my camera! What a tragedy! Oh well, not going back now, besides, I had my trusty iPhone so let’s see how it does.

As I was north of Route 28, getting to the mouth of the river and into Lewis Pond I would have had to go through the underpass. As the tide was high and going out, the constricted size of the tunnel caused the water move real fast, I thought there was no way I’d be able to paddle back up so I pushed on up river thinking I’d make it into Seine Pond and maybe into Long Pond further up.

A Perfect Morning

A Perfect Morning for Mourning Doves (iPic)

Pretty quickly I realized I was in for a treat. I was face to face with a Green Heron. He was sitting right in front of me on the boulders leading up to the underpass. Where was my camera? Moving on I see a man-made Osprey stand with a large nest. Then I saw more Green Herons, probably about four or five, more than I’ve ever seen together in one trip.   The Herons held my attention most of the way up the river. Then there was the sound of Ospreys. They were in the scrub pines watching over the calm of the river in the early morning. I saw three natural Osprey nests in the pines as I made my way to Seine Pond. Normally I haven’t seen many Osprey nests in trees as every year when the Osprey return to their nest they add on which increases the weight and they become too heavy for the trees and fall.  Going up river I thoroughly enjoyed watching the receding river expose the banks which were teaming with hermit crabs and mussels.  The sea grass was another sight to behold.  It seemed shorter than other mash areas I’ve observed. In one of the pine trees I spotted a couple of Mourning Doves.  A little out of placed I thought, but then it occurred to me I was the one probably out of place. This was their home most of the year, I was lucky to come by for a visit once or twice a season.

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Rounding the bend (iPic)

At the end of Parkers River as I rounded the bend into the pond there was a small windmill. All metal, it was probably put there to monitor coastal wind or water conditions. Seine Pond opening before me was larger than I had expected. All Pitch Pine on the right side, and several nice lake houses on the left. Further back I could several tall reed patches and I guessed that is where the feeder brook or river led up to Long Pond. I never found the entrance; it looked like the northern shore was nestled into a hillside not into other pond. No worries, a flock of swans caught my attention next. Congregated behind a bank of reeds I couldn’t count them, all I could see were long white necks. As they began filing out into the pond I followed and counted. Well over fifty, the largest flock I’ve ever seen in one place. Usually I’ll see one or two families, not fifty adults! I had been wondering why I’ve seen two names for this pond. My guess is the original name was Seine Pond and somewhere along the line Swan Pond came into being because of the large population residing here.

Paddling back I enjoyed a variety of gulls on their way to who knows where. There were Herring Gulls, Lesser and Greater Back Gulls and Bonaparte Gulls. I saw several Cormorants as well. Some were flying high overhead, while some raced across the pond two feet above the surface. I also witnessed a few takeoffs which is always a treat. One cormorant took off directly in front of my kayak, it was pretty cool watching him lift his wings up for that first burst that created the lift to rise him out of the water, from there it was a combination of wing and paddle power as he took off in the running takeoff fashion that is so typical of the Cormorant.

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Tree Swallows (iPic)

Back into the river the Tree Swallows became the next important inhabitants to observe. There were a couple of dead scrub oaks with flocks of swallows resting from the morning feeding I had witnessed on my paddle upriver. I heard several Catbirds crying in several spots along the river, and then I saw the Ospreys again. This time two of them were fending off an intruding band of crows. The crows seemed to reside in the woods further back and I was thinking that this must be a fairly common ritual as crows always seem to be the aggressor looking for a free meal.

As I rounded the last bend back to the launch I noticed how much fiercer the current had become under the Route 28 bridge, the tide had quite an effect. Had I chosen to go down river there would have been no to get back to the launch and judging from what I knew the steep banks looked like on the other side the only recourse would have been to paddle back down and out to the sound and around the beach in front of our hotel.

Well, getting out at the landing I was thankful, and the memories of vacations past when my parents took us to the Zooquarium in what was probably its final days.

Osprey in flight!

Osprey in flight!

I did go back the same spot the next morning this time with my camera and was I glad that I did. The second trip was dominated by Ospreys. Both on the way up and back they held my attention. Several times I would just sit beneath them and wait for them to fly off. It’s times like this that your rewarded with a great shot.

Diane and I did take an evening walk to the Red Jacket Inn to look at the mouth of the river. Lewis Pond was right across the river from our vantage point. I looked nice but not enough to entice me to it more than another trip to Parkers River again sometime. I hope the put in remains the same as thinking back on it the bank was really too high to get a kayak no matter what the level of the water. However, there was a perfect little shoot dug into the bank in which my single kayak glided into the water nicely. I’d like to thank that nice person that took the time  🙂

 

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Update: August 2016.

I visited the Cape a few times this summer and on the second trip I once again visited the river and pond with goals of a) trying to find a safer put-in and b) enjoying the river and taking a few more pics!

Last year I paddled north along the east side of the lake and found nothing so this winter I looked at Google Maps along the west coast and found a few possible spots.  I still launched from the Route 28 spot because I knew it however it was a little tricky.  I think the reason I choose it was that I enjoyed the river much more than that pond.  I sat in my kayak with a coffee and breakfast sandwich watching a Green Heron settle into a comfortable position as he waited for his breakfast to swim by!  There was also a great backdrop for viewing in the Osprey nest and perch that held three adults and at least a few offspring.   I could have stayed there for a long time but I had business.

I paddled against the current as the tide was going out. Upriver I paddled by the small windmill. I had done a bit more research on it as well, it’s purpose was not as I thought  but instead it is being used to pump air into the pond to help it’s oxygen level.  Live and Learn!

Paddling up the west bank searching for the potential put-in I actually found two.  The first was a small beach that I was afraid might be private.  I got out to investigate and it turns out it’s an Association Beach.  I asked a gentleman watering his lawn in the house across the  street if it was OK to park and launch from here and he said it sure would be OK.  After thanking him I got back in and paddled a hundred more feet or so and found the road I had seen on Google.  Lake Road ends right in the pond!  Right where I want to be next time out!

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