There was rain in town, drifting clouds caught in the trees around Lake Crescent. But at the ocean, a bubble of sunshine. Sunlight and pelicans. Neap tides: it went to low and began coming back, without a whole lot of visual difference.
All afternoon, any time I cared to put the book down, there were little specks out there. Point the binoculars at them. Oh yes, those are pelicans. More; those are pelicans too. One or two or a line of 14. Pelicans pelicans pelicans. It became a game. No pelicans for a moment? Oh yes there they suddenly are, being emitted by the sky somewhere to the north or south of Cake Rock, like matter being quietly created in Fred Hoyle's steady-state universe.
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the ocean and her fabulous treats!
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