I head north towards "I dunno". Several fishermen are soaking lines from the ends of the Flag Rocks, the rocks fully exposed at low tide. I hoped for some interesting birds - the winter birds, but the birds all seem to be asleep along with the waves. I wonder when the long tail ducks will arrive with their brilliant black and whiteness and none stop chattering, a nasal...uh....uh uh, over and over again. Their nesting grounds should be well frozen by now, but a bird that can nest that far north is probably in no hurry to get here. I suppose that as long as it stays ahead of the freeze, it should be just fine.
|In the distance, an oystercatcher. In the foreground, an oystercatcher.|