Showing posts with label sand dunes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sand dunes. Show all posts

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Saturday Morning Beach Report: Teach a Man to Fish....


It was immediately obvious that something was going on at the beach this morning. It turned out to be a fishing tournament. I kinda counted heads--and I'd say about 80 people (mostly men, but not all) were there. It was fun to notice what people were wearing. Lots of shorts and bare feet. There was also a guy in hip boots, and two guys who appeared to be friends wearing black shoes and black socks, but wet up to mid-calf anyway. The couple wearing matching American flag shorts got some compliments from their fellow fishermen.

I turned my attention to the dunes for awhile. I don't think I give them enough attention. They are beautiful in their own right.


Thursday, June 6, 2013

Day of the Awesome Pants


I'm not sure how we got onto the subject, but I asked the girl if she had a favorite expression, and she told me she liked to say "Awesome pants!" My current favorite happens to be "Cool beans!"

The photo above does not do justice to how completely filthy our pants got today. How did we get so dirty? We climbed over this fence.


I should, of course, add that we were invited and, in fact, assisted in climbing over this fence by an uniformed environmental scientist who was surveying the area for snowy plover nests. The girl and I walked up to the fence to read the sign surrounding a portion of the dunes and struck up a conversation with the young woman with the awesome pants job. The girl and I then went on our way to hunt beach glass, but upon our return, the environmental scientist called to us and told us she'd found a nest with an egg in it, and did we want to see it?


Of course we did. As we marveled upon it, I asked why the egg was left untended. "The bird will return to lay a couple more eggs," the scientist said, "but won't start incubating them until all the eggs are in the nest. That way they all will hatch at the same time." She also told us that once the plover chicks do hatch, they set right to work hunting for sand fleas. They do not need to be fed by their parents. "They look like little cotton balls on legs," she said. "The first time I saw one I was hooked!"

As the girl and I walked back to the car, we saw a pair of snowy plovers dashing across the sand. We speculated that maybe they were the parents of the egg. And we talked about what an awesome pants job it would be to walk around in the sand dunes looking for the eggs of an endangered species.