Granny goes to the birds.

Hello All.

So, last evening, Jasmine and I went down to our alternative walking spot.
The tide was very high and it was windy so the beach did not seem like an option.
Birds abounded.
If birds can abound.
I have a mental image of birds bouncing around.
Much like Jasmine does when she wants me to take her out.

For a moment I thought I had found an unusual bird.
It looked so big.
I zoomed in and took a shot.
Got home and discovered it was two gulls right next to each other.

I didn’t even see the Oyster Catcher on the right until I downloaded the shots.
While I am on the subject of birds let’s have a look at one more shot.

I have no idea what the white ones are.
I THINK the grey ones are Cormorants.
I have no idea if that is how you spell Cormorants.
I am sure Cindy will set me straight.

A random thought.
Pertinent to the title of this blog.
Sort of.
Why do people say “he is going to the dogs”?
I mean, what is bad about going to the dogs?
He is going to the Hyenas.
He is going to the Kimodo Dragon.
He is going to the humans.
These are all derogatory.
Dogs….nope.
Just a thought.

On Saturday Wendy and I are going for a haircut.
She is going to have hers cut in preperation for radiation.
I am having mine cut in support.
She is worried I am going to look very hard.
Is this a bad thing?
There are a few people around here that I would like to scare the hell out of.
And all my kids.
And a few of my numerous grandkids.
This is going to be fun.

Now I had better do some work.
I can’t frighten my boss.
He SHAVES his head.

The other day I didn’t see my boss until late afternoon.
I asked him if we were avoiding each other.
He said “not by design”
I said….talk for yourself!