Just curious–in the above photo, does anyone know what that box-shaped thing is at the end of the dock, below the seagull?
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Coming home from work and driving along East Main Street Monday afternoon, the east side was bright and sunny while a ghostly blanket of fog shrouded the far side of the harbor.
He said he heard it breathe when it lifted it’s back out of the water and it’s back came up about 6 or 7 times within 15 minutes or so. The skin was smooth and it was pure white, the whole animal.
What he saw was the back hump come out of the water and then the tail and the tail was split like two points. Can anyone ID what it could have been???
A beluga perhaps?
Updated, a second confirmation from Amy Beaudet:
My father-in-law also saw it yesterday by the paint factory. He said it was a beluga whale. He’ll probably give more details later.
The Gloucester Gig Rowers enjoying a cruise around Smiths Cove this beautiful morning with Gannet and Annie B.
The Gloucester Gig Rowers started in 1985, when a group of Cape Ann women approached boat builder Larry Dahlmer and asked him to build them a boat inspired by the pilot gigs of Southwest England. The result was the Siren Song — a 29’, plywood-construction gig. The original group of women remained active until the early 1990s, when other interests and events intervened.
At this point, Siren Song spent some time in dry dock, then was loaned to rowing programs at the Hull Life Saving Museum (Massachusetts) and in Kittery, Maine.
In the spring of 2001, Siren Song returned to Gloucester. Ann Banks organized a new group and created a program within the newly-formed Gloucester Maritime Heritage Center. In 2004, a second boat was commissioned by the Gloucester Maritime Heritage Center (now Maritime Gloucester) and built by Dave Condino. Launched in the spring of 2007, the Gannet is built to the standards of a traditional Cornish pilot gig.
Over the winter-spring of 2012, a new gig was commissioned to be built at the Lake Champlain Maritime Museum. This newest gig, named the Annie B in honor of Ann Banks, has been at their dock since summer 2013.
I haven’t been able to catch him facing in my direction while out on his daily sails in the arctic wind and cold around Smiths Cove. Some believe it is Gordon Baird. Inquiring minds want to know. Is this Gordon Baird, or if not, who is it?
If it is Gordon, his Crazy Moon production is back at the Cultural Center at Rocky Neck Thursday, 1/30- Sunday, 2/9.
That is one determined sailor. He has been out there even on the most frigid days to brighten up Smiths Cove, along with Mysis, the tug, fish shack, and whatever that other red thing is by the house boat.
OK technically it is a raft or paddling of buffleheads since they are in the water, but I just couldn’t pass up using badelynge (pronounced bad-ling), which refers a group of ducks on land. Buffleheads are my favorite little sea duck, and I have the pleasure of regularly seeing this group on Smiths Cove from my window.
Buffleheads have evolved their small size in order to fit into the nesting cavity of their “metabiotic” host, the Northern Flicker. Due to their small size, they are highly active, diving almost continuously. They do not tend to collect in large flocks; but are usually limited to small rafts. One duck will serve as a sentry, watching for predators as the others in the group dive in search of food. Buffleheads are among the last waterfowl to leave their breeding grounds and one of the world’s most punctual migrants, arriving on their wintering grounds within a narrow margin of time each year. Buffleheads are monogamous, and the females return to the same breeding site, year after year. (adapted from Wikipedia)
The view outside my window. What did I ever do to deserve this – and to have such great neighbors, friends and amazing community to live in! I am truly blessed, as are we all who live here.
Olive Kitteridge, the book, is a collection of short stories written by Elizabeth Stout, and is set in the town of Crosby, Maine. Olive Kitteridge was the 2009 Pulitzer Prize winner for fiction.
Early that same morning I had taken Rosie for her morning walk. The sunlight streaming sideways through the fog shrouded trees was gorgeous and our hood had a new look for the day; the North Shore Art Association had become Crosby Lyons Club and the parking lot was filled with vintage cars from the 1970s and 1980s .
Snapping photos of the Cove on a morning walk and turned to leave to find the sun rising over the North Shore Art Association. Love my hood!
The beautiful double rainbow that Bill and Paul captured late Saturday afternoon had faded, but I did see this on my way home.
The sky was so gorgeous I next stopped at Smith’s Cove to catch the end of the setting sun. The hues quickly changed from vivid yellow-orange to orange-violet-pink.
Click photos to view larger-more dramatic looking!
Tree Girl was really busting her hump out there.
I wonder if she took note of how gorgeous her surroundings were right then or if she was solely focused on getting done the task at hand.