There were about a dozen brown pelicans at the end of Carmel River yesterday morning when I reached the river beach with the dogs on leash. Then over the next ten minutes over 150 more pelicans flew in, most from the direction of Point Lobos. It clearly was some kind of convention, perhaps, mapping out the strategy for the rest of the day. It was good to see such large numbers of a bird that had once faced extinction.
My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.
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