I sometimes have the attention span of a dog ……”Oh look a squirrel” .
I become fascinated with something and then suddenly something else steals my attention. Our first walk on the beach found me fascinated with the rolling surf and how it never seemed to be consistent. I always thought that surf broke because of underlying structure but as I watched it seemed that it was totally random.
Then the pelicans put on a show skimming along the top of the curls and then they would fly incredibly slowly the length of the beach. Marianne joked that either there were hundreds of them and that they just kept coming in groups. My response that there are only 12 of them and they did circuits.
Then we walked considerably further down the beach (watching the pelicans overhead) we came to a rock outcrop that was layered and slanted towards the west. Dozens of tiny crabs scurried across the rocks and in and out of the little tide pools. We were used to the crabs at this point because along the beach they were all along the higher edge. They are shy creatures it seems, if you look their way the run like heck to slide down a little hole in the sand. The ones on the rocks were much braver although some tried to hide while just peeking their eyes over a bump in the rock.
A highlite of the rock formation were the little star fish (I think). They clung to the sides of the rocks. One tried to maneuver the trek from rock to rock across the sand. My attention span wasn’t long enough to see if he got to the other side.
