All week the beach was full of birds.
Several hundred at a time would fly past in a cacophonous swarm
and settle in on the sandbar, at the surf line, to stand there.
Sometimes they would float on the surf
but mostly, just stand there.
Facing the surf.
Molly tried this too, she found the standing still part quite Zen.
They were there in the fog and mist
and (the few times it made an appearance) in the sun.
Crows joined them in the mornings
and sandpipers would take over in the evenings.
Extremely high and low tides all week seemed to be bringing in a feast on the surf
and a feast below the sand.
All day, they'd just stand there
until the sun set
then little by little they would lift off and fly away until the sun returned.
One of the little guys I made while playing with my Paperclay is now doing the same thing from the cabin window ... just staring into the surf all day long.
Like the real gulls, he seems quite content to do so.