Labor Day

Emprenate del aire y pariras el viento

At the beach about sunset, cloudy, spitting rain, I talked to DC and his Mom. She was out jogging. About a quarter mile off shore there was a flack of small birds milling about. They looked like terns. There have been almost no terns on this beach in three years. Previously it was common to see them fishing in flocks all around the bay and out to the ocean. Their departure was blamed on foxes; but I think it may have been the increase in SUV permits that put a small army of 4 wheelers along the edge of their nesting ground.