|My Grandfather carved his own decoys, including these.|
“Many islanders lived their whole lives on the islands where they were born; there they died and there they were buried. To survive, they had to be self-reliant, to build their own boats, to raise all of the food they did not take from the sea, to attend to their own sick, and to treat their own injuries...
There was nothing anywhere that was unnecessary; nothing, whether the work of man or nature that existed without a purpose.”
- Eliot Porter, Summer Island, Penobscot Country (from my father's battered 1966 copy, about Great Spruce Head Island, Maine)