One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Back to the Beach
Actually, Skye and I went down late yesterday afternoon after we bailed her out of Lorry's dog spa, but the weather was gray and dreary, and I didn't record it. However, I did see a perfect steal of a fish from an Osprey by a Bald Eagle.
Today was bright and sunny, cool and breezy. Fossil hunting was awful, a single small tooth. But I did get to watch an adult eagle try, unsuccessfully, to steal a fish from a juvenile.
The Ospreys are out in great numbers, trying to fatten up for their soon-to-be journey south, while avoiding, if possible, being robbed by the eagles.