A hawk hovering over a field; two red foxes, separately, the second bounding above the long grass, then disappearing at a trot; cormorants, flying low to the water, and one drying its cape-like wings on a buoy; eight great herons in flight, and others motionless, contemplative, near the shore; a small dead skunk on the highway; a bald eagle in the sky; and gulls everywhere, in air, in water, on the sand, one of them chuckling like a mallard as we walk by on the boardwalk; two Canada geese and their goslings, nibbling greenery; a quick little wading bird with no name; one feral wharf cat, royal and free, amidst the Rustico lobster traps.