The male Old Squaw was fishing in the harbor again today when Skye and I walked past. When I first spotted him he had a fish in his beak, but he either swallowed or dropped it by the time I got the camera out and ready.
Today the temperature was a balmy 44 under cloudy skies, with a west wind that barely reached us on the beach.
Look by the foot.
Georgia found this very nice
White Shark tooth well up on the beach. 1 11/16ths inches, and in razor sharp condition.
There ain't no justice. I find 30 teeth, and Georgia finds 3, including the big one.
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