The end of September, and it's a slow day at the beach. Not many bikinis, but a bevy of terns who seem to travel in flocks.
Shouldn't birds fly south at this time of year? Either these guys are rebels or they've misplaced the GPS. Trust me, I would never go anyplace with the DH unless he was toting a GPS. Of course, one learns those things through experience ..... but that's a blog for another day. Then again, perhaps there is reason behind the term bird brain.
Autumn is in the air although the temperature is still in the 90s, and the humidity refuses to come down to a comfortable level. The blues of the water and the sky are much sharper, and there is a lovely lull on the beaches until the snowbirds arrive; and those birds do fly south.
No tsunami here, but the Samoans and the New Zealanders on holiday there were not so fortunate this week. We pray for them.
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