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    SCENES FROM THE BEACH | by George Thatcher / MAY 17, 2015

    The darkest hour of night is the one before sunrise, according to an old adage. And so it is now at 5 a.m. On my way to the beach, I hear birds stirring. Cardinals are the first to awake with their clear whistles. Heard next are mockingbird songs, followed by the plaintive calls of mourning doves...

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    SCENES FROM THE BEACH | by George Thatcher / MAY 10, 2015

    About an hour ago, the sun rose in a cloudless sky. Although every early morning on the beach is a special time, today's luminous brightness defines objects with unusual clarity. Yesterday's rain has cleansed from the sky a salt haze that had obscured the barrier island. Wordsworth described such...

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    SCENES FROM THE BEACH | by George Thatcher / MAY 3, 2015

    It is a joyous homecoming. Least terns have returned to our beach on their spring migration. Last seen the second week in August, the sleek little birds may have spent autumn and winter along the inviting shores of Brazil or Peru. I watch a pair of the world travelers today as they build a nest ...

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    SCENES FROM THE BEACH | by George Thatcher / APRIL 26, 2015

    Spring is a happy season for laughing gulls. Their plumage, which in autumn and winter had been a nondescript gray color, is now transformed. They sport striking black head hoods, red bills and white bellies. The change is nature's plan to make the genders more attractive during the mating season...

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    MARCH 30 SCENES FROM THE BEACH

    In all their golden glory, daffodils are blooming near the beach road, flowers that dare appear while winter yet lingers, yellow blooms nodding in the wind. In some gardens they are refined and cultivated with care, but the ones we see today are wildflowers, springing up unbidden from weedy brambles...