There are flocks and flocks of commorants on the beaches of Nantucket. I took a lot of photos and videos, but one bird will haunt me, though hundreds of miles from her shore.
She had one leg. She hobbled on the sand, then when the flock was ready to take flight, you could see them try to coax her upward. She couldn’t find the speed and strength to do it……..So they left. She hobbled to the ocean, where one leg didn’t affect her floating on the waves.
I saw her several times……….the flock on sand surrounding her, protecting her. But the urge to fly was too overpowering and they must answer nature’s call to float on the wind, not the sea.
I wonder about her, know she will be a prime target for predators. I found a couple of dead commorants on the sand. Soon, my heart knows she will join them. It is a harsh world in Nantucket……..the birds must fight for survival against the elements of wind, cold, predators, and human dangers.
My heart always wants to save the ones imperfect…….to me they are the perfect ones. The blind ones, the sick ones, the old ones……..I cannot save them all, but each and every one of them haunts my heart.
Nantucket is a harsh, haunting place that takes hold of your heart ……………….