Merry Christmas, everyone.
May we all be kind to each other.
The eagles are setting an example here.
Two eagles who dined on the beach
Were watched by a crow out of reach,
Said one to the other,
Save some for our brother,
Ensuring a morsel for each.
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King of the Beach
Today’s and tomorrow’s photos/limericks are both about eagles, but each of the eagles has different views about sharing.
An eagle devouring a clam
Told all nearby seagulls to scram,
“I’ll share it,” he said,
“If you bring me some bread,
And possibly throw in some jam.”
Sea Monster
A sea monster stuck high and dry,
Was struggling and wondering why,
Antennae and arms,
His usual charms,
Did nothing his death to defy.
Puppy at the Beach
When Emma was only about a year old, we took her for an outing at the beach one day.
What looked to us to be just tired sea grasses was probably a shoreline full of life.
“Did I see something move out there?”
“Whoah! Is that water closer than it was a second ago?”
“Are we safe here?”
“Okay, then. Just say the word, and I’ll go bring you that bird I saw down the beach.”
I’m sure I saw a movement there
Way down along the beach,
I’ll go and chase it if I dare…
But naw, it’s out of reach.
And anyway these waves are big,
The worst thing is they’re wet,
But pups like me don’t give a fig,
They haven’t hurt me yet.
So I’ll be brave and daring too,
I’ll chase those birds around,
I’ll show my folks what I can do,
And what a pup they’ve found.
Tough Little Tony at the Beach
“What the heck is that I see,
Over near the shore?
Looks like twice the size of me,
Should I check some more?”
“Found some courage after all,
Show I’m not afraid,
If in trouble, I will call,
For my family’s aid.”
Tony lived across the street from us. He had a good long life there. For a while now, he has been reminiscing about his happy life and looking down on us all from doggie heaven. He is missed a lot.
Unwilling Players
When Ruby (our springer spaniel) was still alive, she and Emma (our English field cocker spaniel) loved to go to the beach with us. There was always something to see.
“Hey, Ruby! Look at these ducks. We could play with them.”
“Come back! We just want to play tag with you!”
“Aw! C’mon, ducks! See how we can run and play with you? That would be so much fun.
They don’t seem to want to play, Ruby. I tried to get them to come closer, but they just swam away. Not very friendly!”
“Oh, I’ll go talk to them. Maybe they thought you were just a bit too rambunctious.”
“Nope! They don’t want to play with us. They just kept on swimming farther away. Hah!”
“Water’s damn cold too.”
“We were just trying to be friendly and have some fun. Go figure!”
Beach Picnic
Sure are a lot of seagulls down there. Family day at the beach? Or is it because the sun finally came out?
Hmm…. They seem to be all talking at once, and with their mouths full too. Ill-mannered scavengers.
Ahh … I see. It’s poor man’s caviar time. The herring have spawned near the beach.
I might try a lick or two when those pesky seagulls move along.
*Herring roe and seagull photos by Paul Knettig.
A New Day
Photo by Pat G.
lone contemplation
endless possibilities
anticipation
A Perfect Day
Brothers at the beach,
Their cares are out of reach.
They shovel sand,
Walk hand in hand,
Exploring crabs,
And keeping tabs
On anything that crawls.
Brothers on the stones,
They lick their ice cream cones.
Flavours blue
And peachy too,
In chilly air,
They don’t despair,
Each lick a treat to savour.
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