Breakfast Time

Mr S drove us to the cliffs this morning for an invigorating stroll along the ocean. It's still there!! Still there in all its sparkle and power. The cormorants have finished their nesting; I missed the gentle stages of watching the youngsters start out on their own. The nest itself has vanished, all those twigs and seaweed; only the protruding rock, scrubbed clean, remains.
Down below on the rocks this seagull worried the rockfish into oblivion, tugging, snipping, shaking it. The goal was to swallow it whole, and he did. That entire slippery fish somehow fit down the gullet of that not-so-big bird. And then off it flew over the waves and the surfers and otters and other monsters of the deep.