Wrapped around my Cabin and going for 200 acres, the Hamilton Audubon Refuge shows the bones of things. Layers of moss are underlaid by glacial gravels atop the riven bones of rock scraped clean by glaciers.
Pine trees reach skyward maintaining a shallow toehold on impenetrable rock. At the base of one such tree a black Bic Velocity pen lay spattered with pine resin far above it a trio of freshly carved holes. Is the pen mightier than the beak, one might ask?
At the base of another pine, a shallow pile of owl pellets slowly disintegrates, tiny bone chips merging with moss.
The grain of underlying rock at Hamilton Refuge juts fingers out into Back Cove. Covered with shards of clam shells, they’re kill zones for Black Back Gulls during low tide.