On the way down to the beach, on a hunch, Skye and I stopped by the back of the
harbor, where we found
Whitey looking for lunch in the shallows.
The weather started out pretty nice, about 55 F, with some NW wind and mostly
sunny skies.
A couple of male
Buffleheads enjoying the surf.
By the time we were on our way back, the sky was mostly cloudy, and the wind was
picking up, and my light, long sleeved shirt was starting to feel like a bad choice. Georgia caught up with us somewhere on Calvert Beach.
A flight of Ospreys (
V22s). The sound they make is very distinctive, a
whop, whop, whop, much slower and deeper than most helicopters.
By the time we were done, the sky was almost totally clouded, and the wind had
picked up substantially; sand was starting to blow around.
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