And in all the commotion, this little sparrow hopped about, carefree, just out of reach of the latest wave, picking invisible goodies off the rocks, probably tiny snails.
|The rocks are wet from the last wave; they'll catch the next. But the bird will be elsewhere by then.|
|With tossed debris. Nothing to eat here; he returned, after the next wave, to the rocks.|
At Willow Point.