She KNOWS that on a Tuesday and Friday we have LONGER rambles.
She KNOWS they’re the days I torment the birds,
especially when the tide’s low like it was this morning.
She also KNOWS they’re the days we meet her mate Sam in the waves.
This morning though, that wasn’t happening and she was confused .... comically so.
This ISN’T right. The beach is THAT way.
You could see in her face the words she was trying to speak.
It’s HARD being a hound.
It’s even harder being the human who understands what the hound’s trying to say
... especially “the words falling out of my mouth” kind of human.
I feel her frustration!
It tugs at the heart-strings.
Not only because I know she’d rather be in the waves and on the sand than at home
... but I know I’d ALSO prefer to be in the waves and on the sand than at work!
The sand and the waves are my happiness stomping ground!
Needs must though, so it’s off to work I go.
I had a surprise visit from Sam the Man who was delighted to have his mom home. Carol is not only an EXERCISE addict but a SUN-BUNNY of NOTE and loves the climate on the Gold Coast. She’s hatching a plan to eventually spend several months of the year there but I’m not sure if Pete knows this yet. Apparently Sam has a passport so he can travel too.
I wonder if Pete does .... or even if he’s included in this plan.
I’ll have to ask him!
But back to the beach and the bounty of birds this morning.
I’d headed onto the rock pools between St. Heliers and Kohi in search of Kingfishers. Couldn’t find any of those but spotted a heron in the distance. Yes, the white-faced heron ... the nemesis of my friend Julie.
They’re quite LARGE birds and dreadfully ungainly as they take to the air. Little did I know but he was heading in my direction and very nearly upended me as he drifted over my head and landed on the rocks alongside. Trying to maintain one’s balance and dignity on slippery rocks isn’t easy! He walked in a circle around me poking and fossicking in all the nooks and crannies for whatever tasty morsels he could find, completely unperturbed by me being in his space. Maybe he thought I was part of the scenery.
It’s a pity the light was so poor this morning.
The Kingfishers WERE out there ... two of them
... hunting for crabs in the mudflats.
Would that everyone could experience the high that moments like this leave me on.
It’s like a drug ... an elixir ... an orgasm! It makes EVERYDAY so worthwhile.
“The business of life is the acquisition of memories.
In the end, that’s all there is.”
... a rather profound thought from Carson in episode 4 of Downton Abbey on Monday night.
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