|Whimbrels and plovers headed for an afternoon rendezvous with juicy sand crabs|
Now I don't know what friend Barbara enjoyed most of the day, but for my vacation dollar, the hands down winner event of the day was watching a quite serious construction excavator master at work.
All the action took place about 30 feet in front of the door to my motel room.
|Pretty neat and tidy looking for a Longshoreman|
|He or she pushed sandy soil up from the basement|
|Then it was back down for a new load of sand|
|Then it was back up for a good push and a full body pose including... pardon me... tail|
"What...? You looking at me? You looking at ME? I'll break your kneecaps!"
Oh crap! Gopher noticed me and stopped working to stare at me for several minutes. I think it was working without papers and kind of touchy... I backed away slowly and retreated to my room. I'm kind of fond of my kneecaps.
Cool little dude or dude-ette I say. I'd love to see what is downstairs - bedrooms, loo, probably a pool room too. Will keep an eye on the progress this week.
Didn't get much else done for the day, not even a walk on the beach yet, but then I'm lazy and you already know that. Happily I can see a lot of birdies from the room.
|And Ospreys road the air currents overhead every once in a bit|