As I strolled on the sand, a strange brownish bird flew past me and landed at the edge of a flock of seagulls resting on the beach. Instantly they all stood up and turned their backs to it, then moved away. The outcast walked up the sand to be alone. I couldn’t get closer withoutContinue reading “Six Unusual Things Before Christmas: Five”
Today at the beach the high tide line was composed of tiny shiny beetles, like Christmas beetles. Some were still alive but waterlogged. There were millions of them.