Well, I think it's oystercatcher season, anyway. It's spring, the air is just a little too cool for crowds, and the wind has finally dropped after a migraine-inducing weather front that blew in big gusts of wind.
One of the things I like best about my little inflatable is noodling along shorelines, coming close to the kelp-covered rocks where the oystercatchers are scrambling around. Charming birds -- black as a crow or raven, but with bright eyes, red beak, and pink legs. And as if that weren't enough, they squeak. Honest. Cutest little sound on the shoreline.
No photos today. Check out artist Anne Hansen's blog for her dynamic and striking paintings of oystercatchers and other shoreline life.