One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Beach Report 9/6/16
So I grabbed the my hat and camera, put on my beach shoes (the ones that I don't care if they get wet), clipped Skye to the leash and walked down to the beach. I didn't find a single thing photogenic the whole way.
Eastern Tiger Swallowtail puddling in the damp sand. Puddling is a habit of many butterflies, mostly males, which appears to serve to restore lost fluid and electrolytes not present in the moisture they feed on. It seems a little incongruous to seem them on the beach, sometimes in groups of up to five at a time (not so much this year, though).
Monarch butterfly when I disturbed his puddling. Oh, the pain!
Georgia saw an eagle steal a fish from an Osprey while I was trying to take a picture of something else. The tax man will have his due.
Labels: beach, birds, butterflies, Chesapeake Bay, Georgia, Skye
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