When we reached Florence to spend the night, we decided to drive out to the ocean and watch the sun set. Not having been in Florence for a very long time, I forgot that the Siuslaw River comes down and flows into the ocean here. We looked for a road that went west toward the ocean, from the highway, but we found ourselves on a road that ran along a marshy, estuary instead... for miles. It was called Rhododendron Dr. and we thought it would take us to the ocean. When it finally dead ended we had to make a decision. We turned toward the west again, hoping that the ocean would be somewhere out there (I was sure we couldn't miss it.) and that we would reach it before dark. This road was called N. Jetty Rd but it headed west.
Finally we saw water.
These crows, and some seagulls, started landing and hanging around. Some folks on the sand had started a fire and I guess the birds thought there might be food. All the birds were hanging around, hoping for some kind of offering.
This is when I spotted this seagull.
That's when...(I'm going to call her Florence), Flo started getting annoyed.
She flew into the air.
They both had very similar coloring. Maybe this was just a case of sibling rivalry. Maybe not.
All I do know is, that this other bird flew to an alternative location, not too far away, to nurse its wounds and watch the sunset at a safe distance.
Ever have one of those days when you just aren't feeling OK about anything? When no matter how nice or quiet.. or non committal someone else is being, you just don't want anyone around. I hate to admit to this hermit like conduct, but I did recognize it in the intolerant attitude of this old seagull. For myself, I can't blame it on menopause, hot flashes or lack of estrogen. I'm beyond all of that. It's just old age, impulsive behavior. I don't know what Florence's problem was, but the behavior was familiar and mirrored my own. Mind you, I have never struck anyone from behind or pushed them into the sand, but it was an enlightening moment.
Flo folded her wings, looked around, and settled in to watch the sunset. She had done what needed to be done, I suppose, to maintain her position. It was a matter of territory and she had taken care of business.
Flo... you and I need to talk. That was a bit of an over reaction, girl.
"D" and I took many photos of the birds and then we drove on to find the ocean. We drove to the end of the road and it was getting dark. There were a couple of cars in the parking area so we parked and set up the tripods again. The sun was ready to drop into the Pacific Ocean but it was still a long walk to the beach from where we parked. The car was up near that watch tower in the photo below.
That's "D" taking shots of the sand dunes and checking her settings.That's my shadow on the right.
It was getting cold but the color of the reflected sun on everything was warm and beautiful.
This is the same photo that I did some post production work on in Picasa, my photo storage and editing program.
The area was getting darker and the color around us was becoming deeper and more lovely.