This morning I got an email tip that
Whitey, as Georgia likes to call him/her, had been spotted at the back of Flag Harbor (I have not seen it the last three days). As I was walking from the back of the harbor to the beach, it came flying in from the bay, and settled on a piling near the back, and shook all it's feathers out, which explains this "before coffee" look.
A very quiet day at the beach, it was overcast but not rainy, and 66-70 F.
An only adequate day for fossils, 15 shark's teeth and a crab claw, and not especially noteworthy.
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