“I was feeding you, Jack.”

There are many healthy-looking purple and orange starfish again! Nine in this photo. The green rounds are anemones folded in against the receded tide. Little pink rounds in the upper left are anenomes too.

Ripper: I don’t know how well I could stand up under torture. 

Mandrake: Well of course the answer to that is, boy, no one ever does. And my advice to you, Jack, is to give me the code now. And if those devils come back and try any rough stuff, we’ll fight them together, boy, like we did just now, on the floor, eh? You with the old gun, and me with the belt and the ammo, feeding you, Jack! Feed me, you said, and I was feeding you, Jack.

Dr. Strangelove: or,
How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb
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NORTH

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In the morning on tide-swept sand, we recognize footprints of local humans we can name and coyote, raccoons, deer, and various birds we cannot name.

Yesterday morning we walked north nearly to Arcadia Beach. This morning we walked from the north to Cape Falcon. Continue reading

WATCHING OUT

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Canada goose all alone just north of the creek this morning.

We see the gulls and lately pelicans fishing low over the surf each day. This morning we saw a solitary Canada goose. It is not the first time. There was a goose that hung about Asbury Creek a few years ago. It was there for weeks in the late summer and we hope it eventually flew off. The bird we saw this morning did not seem distressed. We told him he might find companions in Ecola Creek but he was not impressed. Gary insisted it was a young bird, though full size and avoiding the gulls. Continue reading