I'm learning how to paint fog in my watercolor class. Very timely for this extremely foggy winter.
As I was snapping a photo of the fog-shrouded trees on the bluff I noticed a large dark form chugging down the beach towards me. The black swan was back; he undoubtedly had heard about all the seaweed brought in by Monday's storm.
A few minutes and several pictures later, a large white form was swimming towards me, but much more slowly.
Cedric, our local one-legged gull and unofficial gossip was on hand
and tells the following story-
and tells the following story-
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BS: Hey check out all the good seaweed, it's delicious!
WS: I'm not hungry, think I'll head back to the shore and tidy up.
BS: You really should stock up, never know when you'll find such a great spot again.
WS: No I'm still full from our feast this morning at the point.
WS: Can't you stop eating for just a minute?
BS: slurp slurp.
WS: OK, I'll see you later.
BS: All right, time to get some more grub!
WS: thinking, ....another exciting afternoon on the bay |
| ? a broken wing? |
BS: Hey I'm back!
WS: Hmmmm...
BS: Sure you don't want to go down there for a little grub?
BS: OK then. I'm off for a little dessert.
WS: I changed my mind. Wait for me!
