Living on the edge of a continent proves never a dull moment.
[singlepic id=367 w=320 h=240 mode=watermark float=left]This summer, Laguna Beach has seen the return of thousands of pelicans, a very welcome and SILENT site as we normally are dealing with these dadgum squawking seagulls (as I write this, the seagull husband-and-wife team on my deck directly behind me have started up again – they know I’ve just mentioned them, and are protesting my use of “dadgum a it relates to them).
I love pelicans, these leftover Prehistoric Age things. American Indians believe that when a pelican shows up in your life, it’s there to remind you that no matter how difficult life becomes, you will always recover and find your way to the surface. (After these last few weeks on the stock market alone, it’s no wonder we’re not all engulfed in pelicans, everywhere we go!) [singlepic id=368 w=320 h=240 mode=watermark float=right]
This morning, a few pelicans flew in and landed on West Street below … then a few more … then a few more. Pretty soon, we were having an all-out convention. And, more interesting – I’d see a speck way, way out there in the sky and watch it fly in – sure enough, another pelican – and see it skitter in for a landing with its pelican buddies. Hmm. It seems they called this meeting for a reason.
A half hour later, they were on their way again. I thought you might enjoy the pix. Click on any one for an expanded view. And thanks again for letting me share a bit of Laguna Beach!
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