The beach is teeming with
swallows. Tree swallows. Bank swallows. A purple martin.
Those are just the ones I can identify in the non-stop
motion that surrounds me. There are probably also barn
swallows and northern rough-winged swallows, but I'm not
keying in on them. It's like the swallows are a whole new
layer of the atmosphere about 6 inches over the beach.
Everywhere I look, they're there -- and all at the same
low altitude. Must be good bugs in the wrack.
The massing of swallows reminds me
that fall is coming. Wait didn't summer just start like
last week? A monarch butterfly passes by. The swallows
ignore it. More monarchs appear. OK, now I'm really
thinking it's fall. Massing swallows? Migrating monarchs?
Time must be accelerating rapidly.
Visitors start massing too. People
want to be on the beach. They don't want to miss summer
either.
There's a family with a bunch of
kids headed into the closed area at the water line, so I
walk down and try to engage the kids with my brilliant
line "Do you know what an endangered species is? Do you
learn about that in pre-school?" The Dad says "They're a
little young for that." "How old are they?" The two I'm
talking with are 3 and 5. Guess that approach isn't going
to work. So I explain piping plovers and least terns to
the Dad and he attempts to get the kids out of the closed
area. They keep going back. He tells them to please not
go past "the nice lady". I'm about to look around for the
nice lady. :-)
A slightly older kid, a girl of
maybe 6 or 7, is playing tag with the waves. She starts
talking to "the nice lady" and we have a pleasant
conversation. She's not quite sure what an endangered
species is, but she gets the idea of not going where I
tell her not to go. I'm standing in wet sand and sinking
a little bit. A wave is coming in. I ask the kid,
playfully: "Do you think I can get away from that wave?"
"No," she answers thoughtfully, "You're old and wearing
shoes."
On the way back to the gatehouse I
spot way more monarchs among the milkweed. Time must
indeed be accelerating rapidly, because I'm old and
wearing shoes.