I went to Salmon Point and walked the beach, looking for whelk shells for my hermits, who are growing out of the last batch. An hour of difficult walking, casting up and down the slope, over loose sand, round rocks, tossed-up logs. On the way back, I took the path through the small forest, looking at moss and lichens, and past Woodhus Slough, keeping an eye out for waterfowl, following side trails to look at the water.
I'm not used to it, after this rainy winter (and a leg injury, to boot); I came home, dropped the shells into the tank, and limped into the bedroom. Woke up 6 hours later, stiff and sore.
And one of the hermits is wearing his nice, new, white shell!
I saw a flicker, a raft of buffleheads, a flock of Canada geese, mallards sleeping and flying, all far across the fields and the slough. My photos will end up posted on the Facebook page, "The worst bird photographs ever."
Well, maybe you can forgive me a photo of the flicker.
|Basking in the sunshine|
I took one step closer, and he flew away.
|Woodhus Slough, glittering in the unaccustomed sunlight. No birds here.|
All in all, totally worth the sore leg!