We went to the beach here in San Diego last evening.
I became fascinated by this lone bird. I don’t know what kind of bird it is. I could look it up. My mom would know.
But he… or she… was so stately, so elegant.
But also very busy looking for food.
Not the worst life a bird ever had.
But a lot of work. A whole, lonely little shore life going on.
A lot of pacing back and forth, and wading, and peering.
Oh sure, there were other birds. Lots of seagulls.
A flight of pelicans.
One lone floating pelican.
But I kept coming back to this bird.