Every morning we would awaken to the sound of the sea crashing onto the rocky shore below. Seagulls would be flying overhead, their harsh wailing and squawking calls echoing thru the air. As they fought over crabs and other treats on the shoreline, their wailing call would rise and fall in a crescendo of sound, not unlike the rise and fall of the ebbing tide.
The cottage has an expansive deck overlooking the bay. After I made my morning java in a French press, I would wonder on to the deck and settle in to one of the many Adirondack chairs. The activity before me was never the same each day. On calm mornings, sea kayakers would paddle by on the reflective water, their paddles dancing thru the air. There were always motor boats and sail boats moving up and down the coast. South of us is an island we christened "Stinky Bird Island", home to hundreds of Cormorants. We were fairly close to the island one day on a sailboat. All of us had to cover our noses as the cormorants use the island as their home, hatchery and outdoor toilet.
This is the second year in a row we have visited Seabright. In my heart, I know this will have to be a yearly event. We love the people, seafood and landscape of Nova Scotia.
Robert Krysak
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