On Christmas Eve, Kenny and I went for a ride. It was cold but still a beautiful afternoon.
There is a peacefulness at the beach in winter that I love. I stood watching the birds pecking along the shoreline. Their little feet skittered along so quickly. Do you imagine the sounds of a small xylophone tinkling when you see the frenzied feet of shorebirds? No? Just me? Anyway…
When I pulled my photos off of the memory card I had to laugh to myself when I saw this one zoomed in:
I have, on more than one occasion, been called an odd bird. I feel a bit of a kinship with the kook on the right. There’s one in every crowd.