Even at Lake Balboa there are odd treasures to be found. This morning I found a mussel shell, still wet on the inside, on the grass. We're 20 miles from the ocean, but a bird must have carried and dropped it here. Molly tried to eat it, the inside was still so fresh. It had mollusks(?) on it, so I don't think it was a freshwater mussel, though I've seen them other places.
Later I found the chocolate eggs in the grass, on the big field where Molly and I play tennis ball chuckit, and I couldn't resist putting one in the shell. The only time I was ever in New Orleans, I went to an oyster bar and found a pearl in my oyster. For years I carried it around. I don't think anyone believed me.
Also this morning, saw a Nuttall's woodpecker a-tapping, (a really small woodpecker), a vermillion flycatcher, (I think) and Molly was bit on the tail by a goose when I wasn't looking. (switch those words around and it will sound like the Florida conference!)
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I dare anyone to read that last paragraph out loud three times fast!
Love the story about finding the pearl in the oyster in New Orleans. Hope you strung the pearl on the necklace beside the sea urchin quill (last post: 10 Year Old Beatnik).
I'm surprised Molly didn't know better than to mess with a goose. Or did the goose start it?
Nuttal's (and Acorn) Woodpeckers remind me of when I was growing up in a (then) undeveloped area of Orange County. I haven't seen either one in years.
Namowal, the goose did a stealth attack. We never saw it coming!
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