Black Oystercatchers have bills so bright they look as though they are made out of fire-engine red plastic -- Nov 15, 2012
I used to wrinkled up my nose at the very thought of peanut butter on toast. But, like Pavlov’s dogs, I’m trainable. For those of you unfamiliar with Pavlov’s dogs, a Russian researcher named Pavlov found that a dog trained to hear a bell before he was fed, soon was salivating when he heard the bell. My peanut butter on toast is my bell. I call it ‘my Yellowstone breakfast.’ Whenever we head out the door early we take with us toast, hardboiled eggs, juice, coffee and maybe a turkey sausage. Usually it means we are heading out for a day of discovery --- and those are special days.
While I smeared peanut butter this morning I realized it had been nearly a month since we had a Yellowstone breakfast. Finally last night I felt both projects mentioned in my last post are under control and I can return to my own life. There will still be some loose ends to tie up, but the mother-load of work is done. It has been so rainy we wouldn’t have gotten out much more anyway.
So today the weatherman promised partly sunny on the coast. We took off with cameras and sketchbook. Never did see the sun ..... but, oh! it felt delicious to get out. I napped most of the way to the coast and most of the way back. It’s a two hour drive each way so that is a lot of napping!
|A bald eagle flew out onto the rocks and waits ... and watches -- Nov. 15, 2012|
|Peregrine -- Nov 15, 2012|
I think of a favorite haiku written by Phyllis Lesher:
Pewter sea and pewter sky
Gull and I.
Only this pewter sea and pewter sky is filled by hundreds of sea lions barking and growling. Gentle waves lap in. The tide is way out; about to turn and come back.
Several star fish are bright against dark rocks. Even lower on the rocks I see long blades of aquatic vegetation exposed by this very low tide. I don’t often see that.
Beyond the cormorants, the sea lions jostle for space. To top things off a bald eagle lands nearby. We can’t see where he perched but he sings for us, the silly warble typical of adults.