– Field Note by Justine Kibbe May 9, 2017.

There once was a seal from Tiree, and with second sight voyaged the sea.

Swirling and sweeping in fathoms still keeping; all along its dreams did see.

Like tumult of wave pooled within tidal crag upon ancient cliffs off shore, this once wee flipperling finds rest to calmly reflect its lore.

Beneath night’s constellations glides this sojourner, within the constant of the mighty Milky Way…

Eavesdropping alongside wooden hulls, revealing to soaring gulls- those tales Clan warriors had to say.

And so it is our own life’s stories too – woven within the waves, but forever linked as the stars above; afar off as isles of our days.

** Fishers Island Harbor Seals readying for Annual haul-off, Fishers Island students learning the art of Storytelling & Local Traditional Knowledge

Sanctuary of Sands

– Field Note by Justine Kibbe April 30, 2017.

It was always a sweet spot of mine-this Sanctuary of Sands as I call it. The same tidal pools are here, where as a kid, I tipped barnacled rocks years ago with my neighbors. We spent hours searching for crabs to fill our buckets-bait for catching blackfish. It was also the best viewing for the Friday landings of Jock Whitney’s Jet. Oh, it even could be I recollect sneaking a kiss or three here during my early teenage years; we “west- enders” of summer and all those bonfire nights.

But I also remember Fishers Island’s premier Naturalist Ed Horning – seeing him here with his binoculars spying various species of sandpipers from the dune grasses. It was probably a sweet spot for him too; actually Southold has documented notes of his, that it really was his favorite for observing shorebirds feeding within salted kelp and eelgrass berms.

Now decades later, the same three tiny coves parallel to the Elizabeth Field Runway, with sands that have shifted and sifted these past years after Hurricane Sandy have become the spot where at long last my ship has come in- Stewardship.

If I were to name this ship it would be christened Atukan- Akun or “We Are One” honoring my Unungan tribe of the Bering Sea. It’s an Island environment, the Aleuts taught me, that can uniquely exemplify this universal “gift” of knowing AND seeing we truly are ONE. An opportunity to live and breathe the Natural world of sea and sand, the rhythm of sun and moon, wind and wave; where its wildlife and habitat naturally brings out the unity in community-or tribe.

Atukan- Akun, embracing the integral qualities of tribe is an even sweeter spot not unlike a very unique classroom; placed upon the hearts of students here on Fishers Island. We are together Leaders and followers, Teachers and learners, all striving to glean the local traditional knowledge of our native land and preserve it.

And so with sails set and trimmed this Spring, signs have been placed throughout this Sanctuary to help steer Island stewards as we stand watch over our precious cargo-treading lightly, respectfully, and navigating this voyage with a certain hopefulness; taking the helm towards “future history” of our Island.

I received word from Bruce Hubert’s Crew of a Gray Seal pup north side up east-documented, and actively in touch with Mystic Aquarium Stranding Network-so grateful for Island Community “keeping watch” – its Fishers Island stewardship!

Springtime on Fishers Island brings us ALL out of our shells! Please drive with awareness – Don’t Speed -and enjoy our Turtles even at a snail’s pace!

– A Snippet from The Field by Justine Kibbe April 14, 2017.

Ravens fly westward to My Neck of the Woods, Fishers Island! Familiar with their Autumnal magic up east at Big Club, I am in awe this breezy spring morn as we meet again – invited into their world of twig collecting and nest building.

– A Snippet from The Field by Justine Kibbe April 12, 2017.

Or so it should be. Stewardship on Fishers Island should be a constant – Marine Debris certainly is.

– A Snippet from The Field by Justine Kibbe April 6, 2017.

Spring Peeper Frogs serenade Islanders along Fort Stretch – Parade Grounds, Fishers Island.

Otter Crossing

– Field Note by Justine Kibbe March 03, 2017.

It’s often during the dead of winter here on Fishers Island when it appears everyone wants to know everyone’s every move; just exactly all the “he saids” and “she saids” and of course the who saw “so and so” with whom. Sometimes I think just the opposite -that surviving the harsh and desolate comes with minding our own business like nobody’s business; to lighten up and see it’s truly in our own NATURE-the real things to talk about and perhaps put out there:

My S.O. and I have been in a discreet relationship for nearly five years. In August 2012 River Otter biologist Mike Bottini visiting from Long Island introduced the two of us. Admittedly in the beginning, I did enjoy the thrill of the chase; a bit exciting as we both have a reputation for being elusive. Islanders whispered that we were on- again, off- again, that I ran hot and cold. That’s all a bunch of “scat”! Especially up by Oyster Pond and Middle Farms.

I took a leap of faith with tips from local residents, thinking living west on the other side of the tracks really didn’t matter and apparently it doesn’t. The two of us have been sighted enjoying each other’s company at Duck Pond before the morning ferry.

Who knows maybe there is something to the whole idea- Ignore the Otter, Get the Otter: The Art of No Contact…at least another book.

Signage: Williams Timber Corp.

– Field Note by Justine Kibbe February 28, 2017.

You are the fog horn of my heart. You wait in silence, then respond, thru thick and thin I know you. You are there.

As thought gives birth to grand ideas – you give a wider berth.

When I think I know exactly where I am headed with all this precious cargo, you remind me to take it slow – especially amidst the rip tides.

Yes, I am always listening. You have reminded me “again and again” just how to take direction.

Yet, you have trusted me at the helm.

With tips from Community members, Island Naturalist finally meets River Otter in our unsuspected Duck Pond.