One of the local Great Blue Herons fishing off a groin. He squawked and flew further down the beach as we walked by.
A mid sized new fall off the cliffs, some fresh, sharp boulders, and pulverized clay.
You can see the scar on the cliff where it fell from, with the fresh blue clay. An OK fossil day, 14 teeth, all fairly ordinary.
Skye is nearly done with the summer time shed; time to grow a new winter coat.
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