We got a bit side-tracked; as we pulled into the parking lot, I noticed a sign; Museum Book Sale. We can never resist books. We spent half of our paid parking time filling a bag; great books, $2.00 each. Among others, I picked up a 1938 book on invertebrates, full of meticulously drawn illustrations. I'll probably end up using some of them on the blog. (The sale is on for the rest of this week; if you're in the area, drop in.)
So, as it turned out, we barely had time for a quick walk down the pier and back. (Except that I dawdled on the way back, taking close-ups of a friendly gull; Laurie ended up waiting for me beside the parking lot.)
It's a good time of year to be at the pier. The winter birds are back, swimming or resting in large flocks; we saw wigeons, assorted ducks, western grebes, surf scoters, and, I think, a few greater scaup, as well as the usual gulls, geese, crows and pigeons. The light, bright sunlight low in the sky, was against us. Mostly, we were seeing silhouettes:
Mad dash for a few crumbs.
At the end of the pier, the dock was deserted, save for a couple of lines to crab traps. We crawled shamelessly around the pilings, Laurie balancing on precarious, bouncing boards, to see the life underneath us:
Anemones and large black-legged barnacles. (Semibalanus cariosus)
Along the stone breakwater, gulls perched, mostly looking out to sea, and pigeons sunned themselves. I watched one disappear down a crack between the rocks; immediately a chorus of coo-coos burst out. A handy nesting site, safe and dry.
He seems to be smiling. Who wouldn't on such a good day?
Gull close-ups tomorrow.