The sun was bright, the sky a clear blue. Deceptive! The wind was icy, it blew through my jacket, and I'd forgotten to wear my long johns. I sat on a wet log, shivering; at the top of the beach the riprap and piled logs provided a hint of shelter. From there, I watched three common goldeneyes bounce and dive among the waves.
How is it that these little ones, so small, so lightly clad, barefoot, play so happily and don't freeze, out there in the wind and water?
|Common goldeneyes, female.|
|No other birds to be seen; they're all behind the breakwater, out of the wind.|
That plastic bottle on the beach: I didn't see it until the return trip, plowing into the wind, head down. I brought it home to recycle it. Another thing to wonder about: why are people so careless?