The custom of one boat waving to another comes from the etiquette of saluting: When boats pass each other with embarked officers or officials in view, hand salutes are rendered by the senior officer and coxswain in each boat. Coxswains rise to salute unless it is dangerous or impracticable to do so. source
@Tattoodjay! I know! It is out of focus, but, I got my first osprey and I even had a short lens. Boo! But, I got him and he had a fish, which I never saw until I got home! I know, it's fuzzy but the next one won't be!
It's Wednesday! We are walking! As always, I want to thank @Tattoodjay for hosting the #WednesdayWalk challenge! It is a challenge that allows you to share what you see as you walk through your day. Show me where you walked today, I want to see what you got to see and hear what you have to say. If you want to do the challenge, drop him a link on his #WednesdayWalk post here, so he can try to visit yours! Whatever your day looks like, it is worth a walk-through. You can't always have sunshine and rainbows, but, you can always have a #WednesdayWalk!
They are getting ready to receive the ponies and escort them back (from a distance) to the island. I'm happy they are going back, yet, I wonder if any of them are reluctant to go without their foals. All of the foals have left for their new homes yesterday. Finnegan begin again. Another cycle will begin.
They come down Pony Swim Lane and go through the swamp to get the beach area. I can sense their excitement even more. It is a perfect day and for the Saltwater Cowboys that are seeing them off, their job is almost done. Rest cometh, you salty dogs. It has been a long week. They volunteer their services to round up, parade and run an auction, organize the swim and swim back... it has been a job. Finally a well-deserved rest.
They walk them down and coax them into the water, then just let them go. Instinctively, they know the way and begin the swim across the channel to their island of residence. Assateague Island awaits them. There is one rogue pony who swims back to Chincoteague instead of going home. Mother Nature probably called her back. Au Revoir, my little Chincoteague Ponies.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
@tattoodjay has created this day for us to get out of our comfort zone and move it around. I hope you enjoyed taking a walkabout today. Nothing on my schedule but watching ponies swim back home. And just like that, this show is over. Come back tomorrow and we'll do it again. Have a perfectly wonderful day!
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost