TREADING LIGHTLY

The coast can be a madhouse sometimes, especially during good weather and a holiday weekend. Like now. The air is already smokey with beach fires this afternoon. We’re not supposed to leave fires untended even in damp weather, our dogs are supposed to be leashed, and most of our footprints in the sand should be gone by morning. All of us are visitors here.

Our favorite black oystercatcher couple was busy gathering food. There are no oysters here, but they are fond of mussels.

Gary and I walk out around 6am. We are not always the first on the sand. We look for Tammy, Tom, and Larry who are after the same things we are: a good long walk, good empty sand, and a few birds. We see the footprints of raccoons and coyotes and deer, and many birds. They tread all lightly.

Most days we go out before the sun is technically up, and most days the wind blows and the sky spits rain on us. But we never know. It was so mild by the time we turned for home on Friday that I took my hair down. Gary wanted a picture. (He wants credit for this.)
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OBSERVING PERFECTION

A couple of people have commented that I have not been posting. My husband comments about that every couple of days. [It’s been almost a month, I think.] Gary is worried about me, and maybe I have even been a little worried about myself.

Yesterday, there was a young seal playing in the tide pool at the base of the sea stack we call “the seal.”

Not a fish trapped by the tide, or one of the sea lions or sea elephants we see more often. A true seal, and young though not a “baby.”
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