This little shoreline bird perched on an ancient wooden piling
made sure every critter around knew we were coming.
Even the fox was waiting for us.
This year it is a different fox
who has what I call a paintbrush tail 'cos it looks as if
he dipped it in white paint.
Not that you can see that here.
Yesterday an eagle was sitting on that wooden piling
today I spotted him soaring overhead.
Today was a foggy beginning enjoyed by the grasses that grow so fast.