Sea life and seabirds describe a little island

May 02, 2010|Sandra MacGregor, Globe Correspondent

BRIER ISLAND, Nova Scotia — “Are you here for the whales or the birds?’’ says Penny Graham, our guide from Mariner Cruises, as she hands out muffins and hot chocolate to the eight of us gathered on her boat. Most of us yell out “both,’’ but the truth is we are all here to see a whale, and though we would be happy to see a humpback, the elusive blue is the true prize.

Though we are here early in the season (June to September is the best time for spotting whales), Graham assures us she has never had a trip without a sighting. Three hours later, we’ve seen dozens of dolphins, porpoises, and puffins, but not a single whale. It’s not until the boat turns back that two humpbacks appear and give us a bit of a show before they head out deep into the Bay of Fundy. “There you go,’’ says Graham, “no one ever leaves Brier Island without seeing a whale.’’

Brier Island, at the Atlantic province’s westerly tip, is no more than 1 1/2 miles wide and 4 miles long. As an island destination, it’s got daunting competition. On the opposite end of Nova Scotia lies Cape Breton with its famous Cabot Trail, one of the world’s most scenic drives. Despite Brier Island’s legitimate claim to some of the Canadian Maritimes’ best whale- and bird-watching, the tourists are rarely so numerous as to swell the area’s scant accommodations beyond capacity (the island has one hotel, a hostel, and a handful of bed-and-breakfasts).

Then there is its somewhat challenging accessibility: It is at the least populated end of the province, and it takes two ferry rides (though no more than 15 minutes each) to reach the island. And though tourism contributes to Brier Island’s economy, the fishing boats that line the shore are the main source of income for the approximately 300 inhabitants. Boats far outnumber cars here and the din of seabirds rarely ceases.

As the ferry pulls into Westport, the island’s only village, we are greeted by a boisterous group of seabirds; cormorants, seagulls, and greater shearwaters demand fish. A couple from Toronto, on their third visit to the island, still my hand as I try to take photos. “Don’t worry honey,’’ says the woman, “just walk along any of the hiking trails, you’ll see enough birds to last a lifetime.’’

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