Nothing is more exciting to a field researcher than discovering a new nesting site.
It signifies a wealth of possibilities for our threatened friends, as they claim yet another beachhead from which to cling to survival. So, join with me in celebrating a wonderful find on this last day of March. In the center of Wellfleet lies Duck Creek, once crossed by a long abandoned railroad line stretching out here to the end of the universe. The creek runs into the Wellfleet basin and pier, which bustle in frenetic activity each summer as urbanites frantically scramble to relax in our rustic hamlet. The area is dotted with vacation cottages, now boarded and ghostly in the chilly March overcast.