Ducks

Sometimes on Friday nights we take a car picnic and go down to the Alaska Ferry Terminal to watch the Alaska Ferry depart. I grew up in Alaska and they started the ferry system during my senior year of high school. We traveled to music festivals and basketball games on the ferries. It was great fun - we laughed - we flirted with the other teams - we gabbed and we sometimes even slept a little bit.

At the dock . . .

After Don and I were married (in Texas) we decided to move back to Alaska and we took the ferry home.

There they go . . .

Now we sit and watch the ferry as it departs - listen to the whistle blow and echo off the hills of Bellingham. That is one of my favorite sounds - I could listen to it forever. We haven't been back to Alaska in over 40 years, but these trips to the ferry make us want to go - and we shall - someday.

Down the channel and to Alaska . . .

This past Friday we were treated to a display of ducks in the bay.

Here they come . . .

There they go . . .

All in a line . . .

Barrow's Golden Eye ducks - such cute small ducks - and they swam right in front of where we were parked. I got out of the car and stood in the chilly wind to get some good pictures.

I'm glad I did. The little flock swam back and forth in front of us and under the small dock nearby, several times, so I had lots of chances for good pictures.

This little guy was very vocal . . .

Good bye . . .

See you later . . . alligator - oh nooooo - hope there are no alligators in this bay . . .

There was one lone Western Grebe fishing . . .

And this lovely fellow lit right by our car . . .

So - where's my food ?

I said - where's my food???

I'll tell my brother you didn't give me any of your sandwich!

And he'll tell the king over there on the pilings.