Waxing Gibbous Moon
Any time I have to choose between a heat wave and an ocean wave, I'm heading for the beach. Such was the case a couple of days ago when I motored over to Pajaro Dunes State Beach to walk in the sand along the breezy surf (I actually wore a jacket for the first hour). My intention was to visit the mouth of the Pajaro River and see what kind of birds were out and about. I was rewarded with constant flights of pelicans up and down the coastline. Pelicans don't have thumbs or noses, of course, but it wasn't hard to imagine them thumbing their noses at those poor inland geese and things flying around all sweaty and panting, looking for a viable fresh water source. This was a primo beach day.