It was 85 F, hazy, humid and not a lot of breeze to help when we got to the beach.
Georgia approaches the
GBH that seems to have claimed this section of Calvert Beach as his hunting zone.
He (she or it) let us get pretty close, but flew off as we passed the rock pile. Hopefully it will get used to us in time and let us pass without leaving in time. Whitey did.
But it was back on the return trip
We found 22 teeth, a crab claw, and some ray stuff, but this little
Cow Shark tooth was the most exciting find of the day.
About an hour after we got home, a small thunderstorm passed by, and dropped the temperature back down to mid 70s.
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