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Along this stretch of . . . bird habitat, Meow man has signed in . . .
and an official boat might just be verifying the authenticity.
Meanwhile, I’m just over two miles off the center of the VZ Narrows bridge . . . doing some of my own verifying. Those round objects . . . half a dozen of them . . . are they . . .
. . . could they be . . see that one splash . . .
harbor seals? This one seems to negotiate for that rock with . . . a ruddy turnstone . . . ?
See the press release here for the NYC Audubon tours here.
Read here about the seal scientists who were on board yesterday also.
What is that canoe-shaped object in the upper left side of this photo?
Anyhow, forget about the cold and book a seal and bird tour . . . on only a few Sunday trips left.
All photos by Will Van Dorp. Nearly three years ago I reported on a seal I interviewed on Fire Island.
Somehow . . . don’t ask me how . .. meow man seems to have “signed” what used to be a white ceramic mug that usually occupies my desk. How DID he deliver that? . . . !@#@!!
Personal disclosure: I used to enjoy playing football, but I’ve never watched a Super Bowl game. I certainly have no feelings at all about any team, any sport. But with all this talk of seahawks and broncos on ground hog day, I’m not oblivious: ground pork meatballs will go in my lunch stew. This morning over coffee I decided to look up the history of the two teams soon to engage in New Jersey. So the first owner of the broncos originally (prior to 1960) had a team called the bears. And one of the two first investors in the seahawks was a Ned Skinner, scion of the Skinner & Eddy shipyard in Seattle and himself last owner/operator of the Alaska Steamship Company.
Anyhow . . . enjoy this digressive post, one that zags and zigs through a number of critters–like Stolt Bobcat–I’ve seen in the past year, as
well as this unusual logo on the side of a junked truck,
first signs of winter on the sixth boro,
my favorite fishing bird,
a quite effective gull,
my company atop a mountain in January River,
disciples of a certain waterborne tagger along the KVK,
the only good rat I’ve seen in a while over at Sal Polisi’s shop near South Street Seaport,
a beached shark, and finally
some docked rays struggling in the light of morning sun’s rays over by Owl’s Head. And speaking of rays and ground hog . . .
I’m guessing Staten Island and Punxsutawney pick on ground hogs just because there are no convenient bears or badgers around to consult about winter weather.
Last critter word here, see a sea hawk and a bronco go toe-to-toe here.
Here was an earlier critter post.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who’s now off to grind the pork.
Ooops! here’s one more critter link . . . from gCaptain, an inside look at a cattle/livestock carrier.
And another loops! Read this NJstarledger article about birds here.
All fotos here are thanks to my daughter, who sent them a month ago already from Guanabara Bay, aka the natural harbor of Rio. If you’re reading this blog for the first time, here was the last of my posts from Rio de Janeiro aka January river . . . JR . . . from last summer.
Enjoy these fotos. More of them–more tugster like–to come.
By the way, I see gatherings like this from the train over the Meadowlands, but New Jersey Transit never agrees to stop the train and let me go dillydally with my camera. Imagine their impatience!!
Ah! shipping. This foto looks toward the SE. That the city of Rio beyond the Niteroi Bridge.
This is my daughter’s take on this scene, and of course mine-from last July– was
Many thanks to Myriam for all the fotos except my one digression at the end.
Unrelated but direct from the Bronx River where herons and other birds live, a great story about NYC high school students planting oysters.
San Juan Pilots see big waves while still inside the Bay.
These same huge rollers fail to discourage fishermen, but
sabalo . . . aka tarpon attract!
Midnight Coast is another short-sea shipper of containers.
That’s assist tugs Honcho and Handy-Three with tanker Freja Taurus.
Pelicans perch in trees for plume-maintenance after doing
dives like this and
adding a splash to stun prey.
Time to move back to the sixth boro, but Puerto Rico . . . I’ll be back.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Most of the previous birds posts have been in winter . . except this one. I find birds one of the joys of winter. So on the last day of winter, rather than go out and get rainy/sleet fotos, enjoy these.
Two Brants discuss the approaching Hayward and the distancing Prominent Ace escorted in by Ron G.
Mergansers are always a joy.
Here a flock of them discuss the passing B. Franklin Reinauer.
Buffleheads are indicator species for me that winter is upon us.
It’s time for winter to retreat . . . .
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Yesterday a goal was to get a better look at this vessel, Ternen.
Her odd posture resulted from some marine variation on a flat tire.
And while I watched, this familiar bulbous bow appeared, headed for sea. Alice!! she was in town almost to the day six years after I started this blog.
Almost exactly four years ago I posted this, with a tallying of statistics about two years of watching/studying the empiricals of New York harbor aka the sixth boro.
Thanks to your continued encouragement in the form of reading, commenting, correcting . . . I’m still watching life on the most important boro of this port city.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
By the way, no matter any info to the contrary, tomorrow is Blue Friday. Why blue? DonJon blue . . . of course. Atlantic Salvor will be arriving back in the boro towing sections of the WTC antenna. You can track it here.
How I spent Thanksgiving 22 years ago . .. in Basra, Iraq . . . click here.
Two weeks ago, Sandy raged, leaving a deadly and disastrous trail through the sixth boro and surrounding land masses. Athena has also blanketed us, through many green leaves somehow remain on trees. Companies are attempting to return to routine. Ever notice how much the KVK channel zigzags, as seen here with APL Spinel tailing Meagan Ann and her scow. The strait’s not at all straight.
Sandy scoured away much of the volunteer vegetation along the KVK. A foto taken here a month ago would show lots of weeds and a quite living tree.
The absence of cover makes it easier for this hawk to spot the “shore squirrels.”
Storms eroding a beach sometimes uncover shipwreck (here and here) , treasure, skeletons . . . all manner of stuff. See the last foto here, taken about 20 years ago. The surge along one section of the KVK unearthed dozens of these bricks. Is Belgian Syndicate a local firm?
A fair number of government boats are still around, like this one . . . taking advantage of unseasonal warmth . . . and
Clean Waters, a Region 2 EPA vessel I’d heard about but never seen until yesterday. Given Region 2’s size, I wonder how many other vessels–I saw Kenneth Biglane once once and that was already three years ago–they have and where they’re usually homeported.
Wright and Kennedy (only the stacks are visible forward of Wright’s house) are still in town. Understandably, some folks I’ve talked to still live in conditions far from normal.
I’m guessing this train–unusual as it is– has to do with the completion of a job, not Sandy: Sea Bear tows a train of eight or nine vessels, including Iron Wolf.
Yet, recreational sail has returned. Sun Dragon is the nearer.
All fotos yesterday by Will Van Dorp, for whom the sixth boro is among other things an ever-changing puzzle.
Guess what this is? I’ll call it T-time on Kraken.
Then this is T minus five minutes. Note the orange mass just forward of the channel marker.
T minus five seconds!
Believe it or not . . . this is T PLUS five seconds. So, there was a thud that resonated through the concrete barrier I braced myself behind on shore at least 600 feet away, and then the sound of spray seen in the first foto above. But five seconds beyond . . . mist had dissipated and some gurgles formed in the water.
T plus fifteen seconds . . . the first bird arrives and the water turns muddy.
T plus a half minute, the gurgles have grown, appear grainy and muddy, and a yellowish mist forms.
One minute beyond . . birds have heard the dinner bell . . . er . . . blast.
I wonder what the cormorant on lower right of center is thinking . . ..
Two minutes beyond . . .
And the zone reopens to traffic. All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who has a blast every time he goes down to the water. The last blast depicted on this blog–taken in Panama–was the final foto in this post from back in March.
Late last week I alluded to an imminent gallivant. I imagined it’d be like this (truck’s not mine and I didn’t steal it), being transported away from all
thought of the sixth boro as I explored the bountiful interior on the first day of fall.
So down this valley about 300 miles upstate we traveled to see what would be around the next bend, and
Look at the terrain on this foto, left side. Notice anything? I’ll come back to it.
Who would imagine this is New York state?
And then the birds caught my attention:
and hawks of some sort.
Bird play was interrupted by the rumble of a train, and I’d imagined the bridge in the foto above was derelict! It was long.
Here’s the cropped version of the foto above I asked you to look at. Notice the horizontal break in the trees? I didn’t get to that side, but once there was a
And that bridge . . here’s what it took to build its predecessor.
The beauty of the Genesee River convinced me to follow it up toward Lake Ontario. Here’s High Falls in Rochester . . . and another train crossing it, this one with containers ultimately bound for . . . China via the sixth boro, which
these reminders won’t let me escape, and that’s not a bad thing.
And this business has operated here since Prohibition.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who’s pictured in the gratuitous foto of the 1959 Chevy Apache pickup.
“Moran” means one thing in many Eastern and Southern US ports. It refers to something/someone else out here. There was Michael in the mid-19th century, and around the same time, there
Meanwhile . . . the road beckons . . . but with
occasional stops. I’ve no idea who this bird is or what he was telling me.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.