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| Birds on the Rocks |
Another beautiful sunny morning beamed bright
on our tiny isle. Fred took off early to
get a few supplies and I raised the flag and put out the cat food. We started
tours around 10 am again. This time I worked the register in the gift shop and
welcomed visitors. Terrie started tours on the first floor. Leon had the 2nd
floor and Fred the tower. The morning
flew by with various groups of people taking tours or visiting the gift shop.
It was certainly much easier on my feet not have to stand for hours. As usual we had people visit right up to the
tide coming in, A few didn’t care if their feet got, wet. It is amazing how
fast the tide seems to come in. There
always seems to be a small rush of people before high tide, trying to squeeze a
look at the lighthouse in.
I checked the
flower boxes and garden areas that I watered yesterday and the petunias
definitely looked better as well as some new Calla lilies that started to
bloom. Will keep an eye on them so they stay hydrated. I went down a bit on
other areas of rock cliffs to see the views and watch a cute little blowhole
that I saw a few days earlier. It is not a big spray this time of year but
definitely fun to watch. I went down a small rock canyon and retrieved a
smashed coke can that someone pitched. It was a slight eyesore and wanted to
get that removed. On the way back up I peeked over the rock ridge to check a
spot that I suspected had a seagull nest and sure enough there was one with a
precious egg in it. I got away as quick as I could as not to disturb the
parents too much. We will have to keep an eye out and keep any visitors away
from that area if they try to go there. Hopefully not many will want to venture
out that way.
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| Waves Hitting the Rocks |
We had a light soup lunch and after it, I restocked
the gift shop and treasure chest a bit. We relaxed a bit, watching the TV and
got to see American Pharoah make history. Yea!! We went out on the rock cliffs
to see our bird show but there weren’t any today. The seas seemed to be rougher
than yesterday and there were very few birds about. Fred relaxed more in the
sun and I decided to walk down to the waters edge at the isthmus and see what
was going on there. I picked up a few beach rocks and walked back up the hill
to the little fenced grass lawn that Fred mowed yesterday. There appear to be
two graves there; I wonder what is the story behind them. I took some photos of
the lighthouse through the branches of an old Monterey Pine that was partially
horizontal from the constant ocean breeze. Back up I went to the top of our
little island at about 58 feet and took some pictures of some flowers blooming.
I got some pictures of the flag flying, the first day we didn’t have to take it
down due to high winds. It was a beautiful sunny cool afternoon.
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| View of Lighthouse Through Cypress Tree |
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| Seagull on its Nest |
It was approaching 6 pm already! Where does
the time go? Since it was so nice out I decided to try playing my violin in the
tower. I hadn’t played since my last concert on May 2. I managed to get my
music folder and violin case through the hatch to the lantern room. It took me
15 minutes to finally tune my violin. My little desert Stradivarius is not used
to the damp air and the pegs were hard to turn since they had swelled in the
humidity. I positioned sheets of music precariously on the lantern house
windows and positioned my self with my back to the lens with just barely enough
room at the right angle so I could play. I couldn’t move about much without
hitting the violin scroll or my bow, so I had to emote carefully with control.
No big swaying about with intense feeling.
I played for 45 minutes, enjoying the echoing sounds created by the
acoustics of my tiny, sky top concert hall. I have to get my fingers back in
shape and get the calluses thickened up on the fingertips. I wondered if the
lighthouse liked my playing, the lens and the ghosts, what do they feel? With
more practice I will make it sound better.
After playing I made some guacamole for an
appetizer and we had a late dinner of just salad with hard boiled egg. Tomorrow
we have the day off and can do what we want. Every five days we get a day off
and the RVers and locals take over for the day.
Off to bed so very late with strains of
Ashoken Farewell and Le Cygnet still drifting through my head with seagulls and
pelicans turning an ear to listen upon the wind.
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| Blow Hole in the Rocks |
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