Wednesday, May 11, 2011
While running this morning, I spied a tiny yellow bird sitting on a fence. It was at the end of a fence on which sat the usual smallish brown birds. I wondered if it got lost in migration, or if I just haven't been very observant and in fact these little birds are all over the neighborhood. I wished I had with me the bird guide my father in law gave me. Perhaps I'll remember to bring it on my next walk.
On the beach this evening, as I was photographing this heron the boys found a tiny baby star fish which they described as ochre in color. They ran over to tell me and then couldn't find it again. Somehow, the loss added to the magic, to the sensation of rarity of the experience.
Geoducks were squirting, here there and everywhere like I've never seen before.
As I tucked in the boys, I could still smell the low tide in their hair and on their skin.