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There were long distance swimmers out going parallel to the shore on my last beach walk. Four of them. Women, because voices carry over the water. Brrr, but wearing wet suits. Good for them, I’m jealous.
I had my big camera with the serious zoom. The swimmers would stop to talk.

They don’t look tired or cold or stressed, do they? They were ending their swim back at North Beach.
I took this walking North Beach yesterday. I was wearing my oxygen, too.
What do you see in this rock?
Poor roses, caged! Well, it’s the only way to keep the deer from biting off all the blooms. I have to work on the fences today because the fawns can slide under. They will be getting bigger and want the vitamin C in the roses soon.

NO, I did not injure the other foot. But… I couldn’t find a shoe that matches in height and rocker bottom so I was walking funny. Which is bad for the hips and back and all the other joints….
I told my friend that arrived that I needed a boot for the right leg and she had one… in the trunk of her car… that she was going to throw away! WOW!
Feels peeeQueueliar, I do think, but at least the rocker bottoms match. The right leg is a large and I need a medium or hmm, dunno the size but smaller. If anyone has a smaller one lying around….
For today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: elevate.
Walking the beach this past week, we saw this eagle. We thought he or she was pretty happy. Why?
First, there were patches of little fish on the beach.

We discussed the fish. Did they get chased by a predator and get left by a receding wave? Interesting.
Then we wondered why there were no gulls eating the little fish. No birds eating the little fish at all.
And then we figured out why:

Oh, we thought. Amazing how much the gull looked like a dead angel at first.
And a bit further along the beach, the eagle sat, looking very happy. Mmmm, seagull.

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