The owners of the B&B at which we stayed were wonderful hosts. We’ve stayed at this one before, and several others within two or three blocks, but this is our favorite. It’s one of the smaller B&Bs, with not that many rooms for rent, but they are spacious, with amenities to match any of the rest of them. Hotels and motels just aren’t our thing when we go to the Cape for birding during the migration seasons. Actually, we wouldn’t want to go to the shore at all, when “beach season” starts, because it gets too crowded, and neither of us care at all about the beach, other than to snap shots of the gulls, sandpipers, and plovers.
We wanted to stay at this B&B back in October, but there was no room at the inn for us, for all three days we wanted, so we stayed elsewhere, but came back to this one, this time around, when they could accomodate us for the days we wanted. The fact that we got the room we requested was a bonus.
In case anyone wants to take a look, I’ve posted my vacation pictures at Photobucket. They are almost all of birds, but I managed to get a few really good ones of a ribbon snake that slinked out of a decayed lakeside piling within a foot of my foot, and a swamp rabbit. I was fascinated by the harmless snake, and watched it for a good five minutes before I moved along. The rabbit and snake were extremely cooperative while I got out my camera, and took the shots. They practically posed for me. Dumb bunnies are known as dumb for a good reason.
Anyway, that’s enough about our vacation. If you care to cruise the photo album, great. If not, I won’t exactly be insulted.
What’s the nice bright blue one?
That’s an indigo bunting. In all the years we’ve gone bird watching at the Cape during migration season, this is the first time we’ve seen any. It was also the first time we ever saw any ruddy turnstones (the ones in the flock on the beach at the water’s edge that aren’t seagulls).
Oddly enough, we saw very few raptors, warblers, and no plovers. The swamp rabbit and ribbon snake sort of made up for that, though. They practically posed for me. The snake suddenly popped up out of the rotted hollow of a wood piling close to my foot. I wasn’t expecting that, but my immediate reaction was to grab my camera, and get a couple of shots. It was very cooperative.
Snakes fascinate me. We’re far enough north that the only poisonous ones we have are timber rattlers (do not mess with those), although most of the harmless ones will fart out a nasty musk stench when startled. This one didn’t do that; it was probably as curious as I was. Down south, I’ll give the copperheads and cottonmouths a wide berth, but we don’t have any up here, so it’s generally safe to get within a foot or two of almost any snake I find.
Must have been a snake diva. They love having their photos taken.
Shall I name it Daggy?
Noooo. Poor snake. 🙁