I'm having trouble finding anything political to outraged at; oh, there's plenty, to be sure, but I think those neurons have been overused, and just need a break. So more beach.
It's on the verge of warm and humid, but really hasn't made it to obnoxious, topping out in the low 80s. Hey, that's great for August.
Beach reading? Beer ingredients?
You thought you'd get away without a butterfly? A short quiz, which one is it? Mouse over to get answer.
Spicebush Swallowtail
Georgia takes a rest before the return trip. She won for the most shark's teeth today, 10 to 7.
As we were leaving the beach, there was a huge squawking and two eagle left a tree over the harbor, and flew back aways and landed again in some big oak. We stopped on the way out to take a look; as we did one left again, but I got a couple of over zoomed pictures of this one
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