Large loose flocks of Common Eider floated further out on the marsh. I estimated that they numbered around 350.
I was surprised by a long extended line of these ducks flying in across the spit, circling to land and join the others. The count was almost too high to estimate, especially when another equally large group followed from the sea. My guess at a total was a minimum of 600, almost certainly too low.
About two thirds along the spit toward the inlet, I crossed over to the ocean met by a small flock of Sanderlings in their tireless habit of running up and down the beach.
Upon glancing up just beyond the breakers, I saw the source of the Eider migration into the marsh. Several hundred additional down-warmed ducks were gathered in huge groups offshore.
The total of all the Eider must surely have been well over a thousand, I assume all hunkering down behind the protection of the spit in anticipation of the storm.
A blizzard developed over night with sustained winds of near 40 mph. The pelting snow blanketed our backyard shed, a beautiful sight the following morning.
This has been a hard winter on the Cape, the worst in recent memory. The Eider, however, have managed to find a way to flourish.
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