Life perspectives from a wandering mind
Which image doesn’t belong? Of course, the scarred zoo lion isn’t an object of neglect, but more a captive of a broken spirit. Maybe scars are the price of freedom in the wilds, but behind bars, they are signs of defeat in old age, in my opinion.
The Carmel Mission Trail loops around a stream that meanders by vines and fallen trees. In short, it’s a jungle in there. Crews are currently cleaning up debris to reduce fire hazards during the dry season. The trail, itself, is soft with wood chips in most parts–easy on a dog’s paws.
The walls of the historic Carmel Mission are looking good if you like the worn out look. I do.
I see Brewer’s blackbirds in the brush along side beaches. They like being photographed(I can get close) and appear to look for scraps of food left by beach goers. Indeed, bird books label them as “opportunistic,” another term for scavenger.
Don’t know where it came from, but there was a gigantic tree trunk washed up on Spanish Bay Beach this week. The crashing surf rolled it slightly, but basically the log stayed in place.
Hot shot rookie detective Cooper is on the case of a missing spouse. Fast fiction at my other site every Sunday at http://twivelist.wordpress.com.
When the ocean tide rolls in, the sanderlings scamper away until they sense the tide is receding, then they turn around and peck the wet sand for tiny crabs until the tide comes in and their dance begins again.
The whimbrel is a large shore bird with a curved bill and striped head. Guide books call the whimbrel “elegant” and I certainly agreed when I saw this one yesterday at Spanish Bay Beach (Pebble Beach area). I stayed a good distance away. The bird’s long bill is made for probing wet sand for crabs.
