By yesterday afternoon the mercury had climbed into the low 40s, quite a different scenario from the day before. The sky was clear, and a winter crispness lingered in the air. Only a few wispy clouds hung above the beach as medium-sized waves broke cleanly on the bar, and smaller, languid waves lapped against the shore. Dozens of dolphins were making their way south, an occasional one slowing down to surf just under the surface or leap above the breakers with a flourish.
Farther offshore there was an unbroken line of cormorants heading out to an afternoon rendezvous. The horizon seemed to be undulating as thousands of the diving fish-eaters flew by. It was impossible to estimate their numbers accurately. Amy thought there were at least 50,000. I guessed closer to 100,000.
Every day at the beach is a different experience. And every day out there is a delight.
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is the story of the "Joe Bell" flower. You can read it here: http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news012112.htm.