On a hot summer day, Popham Beach is mobbed. The enormous parking is filled to capacity. The line to get into the Park can stretch for a mile.
All that changes during the winter.
Today, with the exception of three Snow Buntings and a few other birds, I had the entire beach to myself.
I had hoped to see an owl or some Black-Legged Kittiwake but had to settle for the Buntings, a few Gulls, Mergansers, Eiders and even a group of Robins that had declined to fly south for the winter.
And damn was it cold. I use a monopod to stabilize my camera and the cold from the pole’s aluminum came right through my gloves.
Despite the cold and the limited number of birds . . . there is something very special about having 605 acres of beach to yourself.