A warm, but overcast day. Skye and I were on our own, because Georgia felt obliged to work in the garden.
A female Monarch
at the end of her migration
We hadn't seen Whitey, yesterday, but we didn't get this far up the beach. Here he was today, hanging out beyond 'the tangle.'
He allowed a couple of fossil hunters to pass without flight, but as Skye and I got closer, he started to seem restless, so we turned before he left.
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