a crow’s breakfast
Yesterday there were at least twenty crows on the beach at Cox Bay, tugging something out of the sand. This one let me get quite close.
I was curious: sand fleas? Worms? I think it was both. Some crows just gulped their prizes in a hurry and some savoured, as this one did.
This morning, near the Surf Motel in Victoria, there are gulls down in the piles of bullkelp on the little patch of beach by the breakwater. The water is serene and grey. A few freighters out far and the Olympic peninsula barely visible.