And here, with no rhyme nor reason, since our wanderings had none, is a sampler of what we saw:
Tall tree covered with glorious white blooms. Their perfume filled the street.
Crow with snack.
Over the park near the kite-eating tree, a young eagle stood guard.
Tiny snail. I think it's a topsnail.
Ulva, Sea lettuce. A ribbon-like variety.
Crows check out last night's bonfire, looking for forgotten crumbs.
Row of stacked rocks on a log. I added my contribution on the next log over.
Patterns on a driftwood log. What made knots like these?
Bubbles from incoming ripples.
Walking the dog on the railroad track. Little Campbell River outlet.
Train approaching the bridge, a few minutes later.
Mallard on Little Campbell River slough. Yes, the water was that colour. The rising tide made the ripples.
Yellowlegs, on the far shore, all by his lonesome.
Blue bunny, abandoned but not blue.
Pintail silhouetted against the afternoon light.
Laurie says this hole in a log looks like a bird silhouette. The log is used as a mini-bar; it has a sturdy bottle opener attached, and assorted beer bottle caps pounded into the wood.
As we returned to the car, the celebration started; honking, hooting, tooting, "woo-hoo!"ing. We gathered that Canada had won gold. Yay! Happy crowds, with their dogs, poured onto the beach. This man was wearing a flag as a cape.
And we went home, well content.