Driftwood from Malaysia? Who knows?

Finished Driftwood Sculpture from Little Whale Cove…

“Driftwood symbolizes the Eternal relationship between wood and water, between forest and sea, between life and death. It symbolizes the ever-present moment, which is at once the past, present, and future–here, now, in this nanosecond contained.”

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/driftwood-reshapes-ecosystems-180968104/

I became enchanted by driftwood laying on the beach at the Cove, over a year ago now. Since then it has become an obsession of my soul…

I feel whole examining and learning about driftwood pieces that come by for a visit in our little Cove by the sea. It is here where I can discover the planet’s ecosystem from the beginning to the end…

But, is there an end? I don’t believe so now. Life is recycled. There is no end.

When spring arrives, it is proof there is no end. I see reincarnation. I want to come back as a Pelican and join Captain Pelican Pete and The Flying Aces of Little Whale Cove…

For I believe life is renewed at the Cove. I feel God’s spirit while discovering driftwood in the Cove.

There is only life on earth. There is no end to the Universe…

Steve and Judy Sparks
Children and Families in Life After Trauma
“Matt n Mattie” at the Cove…

“HMS Queens Pride” Rum Running at The Cove… c1780

Partial plank from Captain Jack Rumsey’s sailing ship, “HMS Queens Pride”
“Cedar is a light dimensionally stable wood, with a very high strength-to-weight ratio. It doesn’t absorb water readily and is highly resistant to decay, so the common enemy of most other boat building timbers – rot – is not an issue.” https://www.sailboat-cruising.com/cedar-strip-boat-building.html
“HMS Queens Pride,” Whale Cove, Oregon c1880https://www.pirateshowcancun.com/blog/scurvy-pirate-history/famous-pirate-ships-in-history/

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=1647141355351170&id=41921866814345

Captain Jack Rumsey, swimming to shore after his ship sunk off the Cove jetty c1780…

Was Whale Cove a bootlegger’s dream?

“Many believe that during Prohibition (1920-1933) Canadian rumrunners would sneak into this secluded bay at night, anchor, and use rowboats to ferry the illicit booze to the beach where shore gangs would hoist the shipment (mostly bourbon and scotch) to the bluff top and, if the coast was clear, they would load it onto trucks parked on the tree-lined road above for peddling to booze pushers and speakeasys all over the county.”

Whale Cove long ago… Photo (Whale Cove circa 1931) from the vast archives at the Lincoln County Historical Society
Public Archives, The Cove …

“Ohhhh woo woo woo!” Captain Jack Rumsey yelled as he swam to the Cove shore. He was knocked off the “Queens Pride” as it was breaking up on the north point of the Cove…

It was a late afternoon severe thunderstorm and sea spout that sent the HMS Queens Pride into the basalt cliffs. Twas an early fall, balmy sunny day, in the Cove, when the cliffs at the Cove ripped the Queens Pride in two…

Most of the crew took the ship’s small landing craft to shore 30 minutes earlier. The crew and the rum got to the beach in the nick of time. They were greeted by happy natives and white settlers who occupied the coastal waters near Whale Cove and Depoe Bay…

Captain Jack was with a small ships crew to keep an eye on things, and watch the sea for pirates. “Rum Running” was an art for Captain Jack Rumsey. He was the best of the best at his craft.

Running rum to the Cove and up ‘n down the coast to Pirate Cove, and other Coves along the coast was Captain Jack Rumsey’s pride. He was loved by natives and and white settlers alike, who lived in harmony, on the coast…

Two shipfitters and a coxswain were killed on the rocks. Captain Jack and the crew were deeply distressed about that.

The HMS Queens Pride ships crew are battle buddies of old. They grieve terribly for their brothers in arms…

The best of the best, the ‘right stuff’ sort of sailors, follow Captain Jack Rumsey. He was known for treating his men fairly, unlike “Blackbeard” who was terribly abusive to his crew…

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackbeard

The natives and white settlers were waiting excitedly for the rum runners to come ashore. All the villages nearby danced on the Cove beach. They prepared for the early fall Pow Wow, and native style salmon bake, at the Cove…

The natives cooked salmon to a smoky slow burning wood fire. They would dance and sing along with the white settlers. Furry friends and wildlife neighbors joined in too…

But, with the tragic loss of 3 heros from the HMS Queens Pride, Captain Jack Rumsey wanted to honor them. So, all the Cove’s men, women, natives alike, furry loved ones and wildlife friends, gathered together to honor their fallen heroes…

Later that evening, Captain Jack Rumsey, got up to say a few words to the villagers and his crew. He was a little tipsy, though. Rum Running was his trade craft, you know…

After Captain Jack’s powerful words of praise, honor and remembrance, the community went on to drink and be merry… This was the way of Captain Jack Rumsey. For his love for others was always bigger than himself…

It was some months later when another ship arrived from Canada, with more than enough Rum to spare. Captain Jack Rumsey returned home with his crew after that. He was still a little tipsy after a good rest, and extended play, at the village near the Cove…

The story of Captain Jack Rumsey is shared here first. It was a Cove secret until a piece of HMS Queens Pride cedar plank appeared in the Cove awhile ago. It was then, when the truth was revealed to me, like a spirit’s whisper in the cool sea breeze by the Cove…

Steve and Judy Sparks
Children and Families in Life After Trauma

“Furry Loved Ones and Wildlife Friends Who Touch Our Hearts ” Interview with authors Steve and Judy Sparks…

https://www.oregoncoastbreakingnews.com/post/local-author-s-new-book-on-the-joy-of-animals

“That was beautiful Steve, and every word about your work is so true. I have laughed, and cried, thought, and pictured each story. You have a unique style and are definitely one of a kind!!!” Lynda Van Dyke, Newport, Oregon

Steve and Judy Sparks
Children and Families in Life After Trauma
“Ricky Racoon’s ” kids at play…

Goslings Arrive in Little Whale Cove, Oregon! “Matt ‘n Mattie” are proud, indeed!

“Matt ‘n Mattie with little ones! Seven in all, not seen in years…

I wrote this week with some sadness about my Cove pals Matt ‘n Mattie. As Cove lovers and protectors of wildlife here in the Cove, we assumed Mattie and her goslings were taken by a predator…

The usual suspect was “Gritz” The Intrepid Eagle. We were wrong, joyously wrong, indeed!

It seems Mattie was in her nest much longer than normal. The days went by as we watched Matt alone in the Cove, mostly.

Matt had a couple of neighbors from Big Whale Cove visit while we were there a few days ago. A YouTube clip is included…

Now, we are happy to share a 10 minute YouTube clip showing our new family of nine playing and forging in the Cove. This is a joyous moment for all in the Cove!

I will be out in the Cove early a few times a week to watch them thrive and grow to be adult Canadian Honkers. There is always a risk that some goslings will not make it.

Join me each week for an update, including film, of this beautiful new family of resident Honkers, The whole Tribe will return to their winter home north to the Aleutians.

Until next week!

Steve and Judy Sparks, Children and Families in Life After Trauma
“Matt ‘n Mattie” with seven new Goslings in the Cove on May 4, 2021. Filmed by Steve Sparks with Galexy Ultra s20 5g…
More fun with the new family of nine in the Cove by the sea…

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“Gritz” The Intrepid Eagle, Meets His Match… at Pirates Cove…

“Gritz” The Intrepid Eagle… photo Cecille E Kennedy “Oh here’s one where Gritz looks intrepid, and fierce. I took the photo at the Depoe Bay State Park, February 24th this year.”
“Sea Rider” The Sailing Eagle, from Pirates Cove…photo Cecille E Kennedy
“Eagle Claw” The Protector, from Pirates Cove…photo Cecille E Kennedy

When Eagle Claw looked up and saw Gritz flying high above, he knew there was trouble coming home to his Cove. Gritz never shows up here unless he’s on the run from Little Whale Cove…

Sea Rider just heard about Gritz killing Mattie and the little goslings in Little Whale Cove. Eagle Claw knew Gritz broke a sacred convenant of the Cove Eagle Clan. “Thou shall not harm goslings and their moms, not ever!”

Gritz knew he was deep in nest poo poo. He wanted permission to come into Pirates Cove to chat with Eagle Claw…

Sea Rider thought Gritz was a ‘true grit’ sort of dude, not a bully from the Cove Clan in the south. “The Cove Clan eagles are always on the alert, always aware of their surroundings, but not stealthy attackers of baby goslings,” he said to Eagle Claw with an angry look in his eyes…

With a green light from Eagle Claw, Gritz, cruised in to land right next to Sea Rider on the tree below. He would protect Eagle Claw chatting with Gritz, who displayed an attitude on the get go…

After some pleading, screaming, and whining, Eagle Claw stopped him cold. He told Gritz, in the strongest terms, “you are here forth banned from the Cove Eagle Clan near Depoe Bay, to never return.”

With hoop and holler, while looking back angrily with a mean look, Gritz jettisoned upward around 2000ft toward the setting sun in the west. It was then Eagle Claw and Sea Rider watched as Gritz flew north to Neskowin to find a new Cove.

The moral of this story? Bullies do not get to fly around in the Coves near Depoe Bay. We allow Eagles who abide by the strict covenants of Eagle Claw’s Clan of peace and love by the Coves near Depoe Bay, and parts connected with Otter Crest to the south…

Little Whale Cove lives in peace and love once again. Matt ‘n Mattie will return next spring to a much safer Cove than before with Gritz, The Intrepid Eagle. Who will Eagle Claw assign to protect the little goslings next spring?

“Sooner than later,” Sea Rider said, with a wink and grin , as he skyrocketed up, up, to 2000′ before heading back into Pirates Cove…

Sea Rider and Eagle Claw were greeted with cheers by the mayor of Depoe Bay. It was a good day in Pirates Cove. Cheers and celebration could be heard in Little Whale Cove too…

It’s a good day in the Cove, indeed. It’s a good day again, for the Cove Clan…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan…
“Matt” alone in the Cove with a couple of neighbors from Big Whale Cove…

“Matt” The Little Whale Cove Honker Mourns Loss of His Beloved “Mattie”

“Matt” The Little Whale Cove Honker
Matt heals his heart…
“Gritz” The Intrepid Eagle of Little Whale Cove… Cecille E Kennedy photo

“Gritz” The Intrepid Eagle of Little Whale Cove was on his usual fly by, high above Little Whale Cove on this early morning. The sky was clear and the sun was just rising from the east….

When the sun peaks up, just above the Cove cliff, Gritz knows it’s the right time to go into Matt “n Mattie’s nest for a meal. Mattie keeps her newly hatched Goslings warm and safe from Gritz, she supposed…

At just the right moment, when the sun is blinding eyes in the nest, Gritz made his move. He flew in fast, diving with stealthy precision…

Little Goslings…

This was a long planned attack by Gritz, on his all time favorite delicacy, the sweet meat of little Goslings nesting in the rocks by the shore. Matt was enrooute, returning with breakfast for the new little ones, while Mattie waited with anticipation…

Sadly, Mattie was killed instantly! The sharp and powerful arrow like beek of Gritz, charging into the nest with precision, was all Mattie could bear. The little Goslings, completely unawares of what was happening, were instantly scooped up and taken away.

Gritz, like all predator Hawks and Eagles are the biggest threat to nesting Canadian Honkers in the Cove. Each year there is a high risk that at least some if not all of the little Goslings are taken from Matt ‘n Mattie’s nest, hidden in a nook or cranny in the rocks near the shore…

We are all saddened for Matt. He is now alone and grieving. He came close to me yesterday. I sobbed and wished to hug and hold him, but he just wanted to be close to kindness and love…

In times like this it’s tough to be alone. “Old George” my Western Gull pal, showed up with his clan to comfort Matt. But, our Honker neighbors from Big Whale Cove flew in suddenly, busted up the the hugging and loving peer support group of friendly seabirds near the shore…

This is the way of nature and survival in the Cove, and everywhere on the coast in the spring. We dream of the beauty, peace and love of our seabirds and wildlife who thrive in the Cove.

It is these times we need love even more. It is in these times of sadness and pain, we need each other even more…

Matt will hang with us for awhile while he grieves for Mattie. He will meet his neighbors and fly back north to the Aleutians for another winter, while he finds another life long mate like Mattie, his beloved mate for life…

Matt ‘n Mattie will return next spring to bring new life to the Cove again. Gritz will be waiting nearby in the Eagle nest, hidden high in the trees near the shore…

But, Matt ‘n Mattie will have a new nest this time, hidden in the rocks where there is shade from the blinding early morning sun…

Little Goslings will come again to Little Whale Cove next spring. We know this to be true. For love thrives in the Cove…

Steve and Judy Sparks
Children and Families in Life After Trauma
Honker neighbors from Big Whale Cove come for a visit…

Amazing Driftwood Sculpture from Little Whale Cove..

“Pueblo” a treasure from the sea!

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“Pueblo ” before…
“Pueblo” before…
Magic! “Pueblo ” is a planter!

When Judy found this piece on the Little Whale Cove Beach awhile back, it looked like something no one would pay any attention to, no not at all…

“Let’s take home and see,” I said with a smile of curiosity and a look of mystery. “Who knows?” It might be from an old shipwreck off the coast, ” I imagined thinking and dreaming again about such things…

“Pueblo” was very heavy then with seaweed, creatures from the sea, and the cycle of life in motion, as it traveled the oceans from afar. I had no idea then what it was, or that we would see “Pueblo” at Mesa Verde Dwellings, or maybe a Sea Horse too…

What do you see?

https://www.nps.gov/meve/learn/historyculture/cliff_dwellings_home.htm

“Pueblo” Do you see it?
Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate,…and aspiring artisan.

Driftwood Treasures Travel Far Out to Sea from Lands Far Away…

Very old driftwood piece finished to capture your imagination… Zoom in for close look, imagine with me…

I Just finished this Mindfulness Meditation Creations piece from Little Whale Cove. Zoom in for a closer look. It landed in my hands after the storm..

These driftwood treasures literally fly in with a tsunami like King Tides. Waves so large and winds so strong guide all things to shore. Things that reach our shore for the very first time.

If you don’t discover driftwood treasures right after the storm, they rush back out to sea. The next storm is coming again soon. With the enormous king tides during the winter months, they fly away, never to be found again…

The old driftwood pieces we find on the beach after the storm, are pretty worn, torn and old as the sea. Imagine how old. And, where it came from, so far away…

Did this piece come from an old tree branch in the mountains high above? Did it bounce and glide its way on stream down to the sea?

Did It travel the oceans for many decades, before flying in from the sea to land in my hands. Imagine with me…

But, what if it came from a sunken Pirate ship? Maybe, it crashed and sank off the coast in another time, long ago?

I think that’s it. Maybe it is. Imagine with me for a moment… Pirates from long ago…

There are 100s of sunken wooden sailing ships of old off the coast. Look at the coast on my YouTube channel and imagine with me how traders and pirates slammed into the basalt cliffs and rocks off shore…

Some of these rare treasures landed in Big Whale Cove. Sir Francis Drake, was one such famous explorer from Spain. It was the 16th Century, when he and his glorious sailing ship landed at the Cove near Depot Bay…

No doubt, Sir Francis Drake was greeted by the love and kindness of Chief Depoe of the Siletz Tribe. Imagine with me for a moment…

What is it, or something else? What do you imagine. Tell me on the CHAT button…

I continue to be inspired and moved by the journey of driftwood treasures as they fly into the Cove. After the storm, is the best time to find treasures in the Cove…

What treasures will I see next time? What will you see at your secret Cove? I can’t wait to get down to the Cove next time…

Please join me on my journey of history and discovery of unimaginable things that touch my soul. Imagine with me for a moment. Imagine again with me. Breathe…and imagine again…

Until next time, imagine worlds and treasures yet to be discovered. Yet to be seen… Imagine with me for a moment…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate….and aspiring artisan.

“My Little Church by The Sea at Little Whale Cove.”

“The Little Church by The Sea”

There is no hate here. Only God and the angels speak to me at my Little Church by The Sea… There is only love here by the sea…

It is here where God speaks to me. I hear God clearly when I go to my Little Church by The Sea…

I feel my soul right here at this very spot in the spring by the sea. SeaThrift, pink and red blooms, with sweet fragrance and stunning beauty, imagine with me.

God speaks to me when I look up out to sea. I feel only God here when visiting Him at my Little Church byThe Sea…

My soul holds me lovingly right here by the sea. I feel God loves me, and the furry loved ones and wildlife friends who join me at my Little Church by The Sea…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.

Old George, Cousin Sassie and Rumi, The Seagulls of Little Whale Cove and Other Places…

“Old George”
“Rumi”
Cousin Sassie, from Nye Beach, Oregon

My pal “Old George” is perched on the same exact spot. He sits on a high basalt rock that was made eons ago…

The cliffs at Little Whale Cove is where Old George and his brothers and sisters hang with me. I see them in the Cove each day, swimming and bathing like a heavenly spa to be sure…

I see him fly in when he turns the corner past the Cove. He sees me and stops for a chat like we always do, Old George and me…

“Where’s Rumi?” I asked my pal, Old George right away. Rumi used to perch on the Madison’s porch until they left for another dream to share…

“Rumi, found a new home down a tad on the coast trail!” George snapped back at me as if I should know…

We miss our neighbors, Don and Kate Madison. They moved to the land of “10,000 Lakes” to love and dream even more.. We miss them so…

Suddenly, from Nye Beach, “Cousin Sassie” flys in like the bandit she is, and sits next to Old George and me. “Wow!” I shouted with joy, startling Old George and Sassie as they looked at me with those big dark eyes, so beautiful to see…

I was overjoyed to have two pals for chats by the Cove. I miss coffee chats with my human friends who love me too…

I stand and chat with Old George and Cousin Sassie for awhile longer. I so appreciate and love my seabird friends and human friends too… But, now, I have even more friends to love, and who will love me back too…

Old George gets a phone call from Granny to get his butt home now! Cousin Sassie wants to head up the coast to visit with Rumi.

It’s time for me to head south to the Cove for a visit with “Matt n Mattie.” They will be forging, playing and loving each other as they always do.

Now we wait with anticipation. The little goslings will join us in giving new life to the Cove by the sea…

That’s why we are here. We are all here with Matt n Mattie and our wildlife friends who make their home at the Cove by the sea…

So, I say to myself and to all my wildlife friends at the Cove. “See you tomorrow and everyday to chat and love each other once again…”

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.
“Matt n Mattie!”