|A very beautiful blue sky and bright sun were tempting enough to get up and find out what this day had in store for us.|
When I found out that our Norwegian friends were online with Skype I made the call. What I got to know was not good. Our best man had been bicycling and been speeding through a bend in the road when his bicycle slipped sideways under him. He fell off the bicycle and broke his hip. It is about 4 weeks until they are scheduled to come and visit us and now the whole visit is up in the air. Even if they can make it happen he will be hampered with his walking, so walk-alongs the beaches will most likely not be possible.
When the clock showed 9am EDT, we went over to Lubec for shopping some good stuff to fill our fridge with.
We got home again shortly before noon and I spend most of the rest of the day by painting a hitherto unfinished part of the wall under the porch. I like doing that on a fine day like today. Makes my thoughts travel far beyond the island. Painted a couple of other things too.
Bea had been filling the second planter I made for her with soil. After 7 wheelbarrows she felt exhausted and I had just finished my paintings for the day.
The tide was running out and over a rocky gravel bar we made our way out until we were standing on pretty slick rocks, now looking towards the bench opposite from us. With the bare eye it was just a little white spot among the green of the surroundings, but the 200mm-lens caught a much more detailed image of it.
We were just out of the main wind direction and sat down on the warm rocks taking in the scenic view. What a great place this is.
Lighthouse –“The Spark Plug”
Home again, and after supper we were still sitting in our entryway, when we heard a strange sound. Frrrrrrrrrrr---frrrrrrr----frrrrrrr. It was on and off and sure sounded like a bird trapped somewhere in a hollow. Investigating Bea climbed on chair. The sound was coming from somewhere near the roof edge. As we couldn’t find out from the inside I made for the ladder and put it against the outside wall. I was close to the downspout and was sure the sound was coming from within. Could there be a bird trapped in the plastic pipe, maybe somewhere in the elbow?
Then the solution came to me: With the fresh wind the lower part of the pipe, angling out about 2 feet from the house had started to vibrate. The sound had been amplified through the pipe frrrrrrr---frrrrrrr and there it was, our “trapped bird”. We laughed and put the pipe back together. Stranger things than this have happened!