Bird watching


Sometimes when life offers a time out, we just need to listen.

Some of us panic, some retreat.

And some of us decide to watch the birds.

An old neighbour of ours in Dublin and a very good friend, once offered my husband and I some sound advice during a very pivotal time in our lives. It was before we knew we’d be leaving Ireland for new shores. Not new to change himself, Kevin had found himself moving from Dublin, Ireland to Cambridge, England and then onwards to Aberdeen, Scotland. As his wife recalls, it was like Alice in Wonderland tumbling down the rabbit hole. But the Celtic tiger had died and it was time to adapt, evolve and survive.

You never know where life will take you and your family. But it’s brave friends like these who can turn a stressful situation like a job change or job loss into a positive new family adventure. Kevin’s words to us, as we decided to leap away from the life we knew in Ireland and migrate West to Canada’s eastern shores was to grab yourselves a pair of binoculars and look around — up close and with detail.

So here we are on Mount Desert Island in Western Bay with a pair of binoculars and a million dollar view. Common Terns are gliding across the bay, veering sharply and diving for fish. I wouldn’t have known what I was watching if it wasn’t for my good friend Kevin and my trusty ‘bird book.’

Red-throated loons bob along the calm waters and dive for fish and I’m learning to breathe a little deeper and look a little closer.

Thanks Kevin. The owls aren’t the only wise ole’ ones that take to the skies and learn to soar.