I drove south to Saratoga Beach, where I found this message in the sand.
|Merry C, with long blue shadow fringe. I couldn't get high enough to capture the rest in one photo.|
On the way back, I stopped to look at an eagle on a little tree.
|Poor tree! It's almost a Charlie Brown Christmas tree. Scrawny, bare. lopsided. And then this miserable, heavy eagle stands on the tip and bends it right over.|
|And there's his mate, half hidden, stressing out a side branch.|
I took these photos through the windshield, then got out of the car to see if I could get around the far side to see the bottom eagle, just barely above my head height. I took one step, and they both flew away.
|But at least the tree got some relief.|