Just before dawn out along the shoreline this morning a few cirrus clouds caught the sunlight, reflected in the bay. The water was still, deep blues with some of the warmth of the sky caught in yellows and oranges. The migrant ducks were waking and beginning to stir, and I watched a tern dive straight down for its breakfast, striking the water. A splash of gold color erupted, the tern flew off, and dark blue ripples circled out.
As I’ve said before, more than once, I don’t like cold immersion. The way loons and cormorants catch their fishes, swimming around down there, is like aquatic science fiction to me. Given a choice, I’d strike like the terns do, thanks, and fly off to swallow my anchovy without getting drenched.
The dogs were both in high spirits. Ernie’s back left leg is better. He still does an occasional “free spin” with that leg, like pedaling a bicycle in the air, but he is running frequently now and my biggest concern is that he’ll start doing the world war one pilot dogfights with Edie again, chasing and circling, and re-injure himself.
I counted ten seals out on their pier. I think they’re harbor seals–I have a couple pictures of them, taken at dawn before they plunge in for their breakfasts. I really must figure out how to post photos here. Last weekend I tried to post a shot of the ornamental plum and the butterfly bush, but the image came through so large it overwhelmed the columns on my screen.
Still, I wish I could give you that dawn-lit movie, blues from midnight to royal to light “sky” blue and the oranging sky, and that tern dropping straight down like a plumb, striking the water, a flash of molten color, then the tern and the blue ripples off their separate ways.