Gone South

Dratz. Southz.
Dratz. Southz.

It was not long after a splendid morning that things turned South, literally. A holy forecast of 4 days of West wind was shattered by a stiff South this afternoon. The sea turned to chop, waves turned to mush, and the umbrellas started flying. As long as the South wind does not get too much of a grip, we still have a shot at a great week. Lucky for us, a mid-day ultra low powered by the forces of tonight’s full moon created an endless playground where we could be cooled by the South breeze.

How low can you go? Apparently, quite low.
How low can you go? Apparently, quite low.
Cobra? Nope. That's a juvenile Tern who has eaten something a little bit bigger than it probably should have.
Cobra? Nope. That’s a juvenile Tern who has eaten something a little bit bigger than it probably should have.
A Juvenile Black Belied Plover, spotted all spotted in the ultra-low
A Juvenile Black Belied Plover, spotted all spotted in the ultra-low
Tyrion the Osprey scores the catch of the day. He could barely lift that fish, which is why we get such a good look.
Tyrion the Osprey scores the catch of the day. He could barely lift that fish, which is why we get such a good look.
"Iz caught u!!"... "No, Iz caught u!!!111!!" Poor Big Poppa gets a reminder that crabs bite back.
“Iz caught u!!”… “No, Iz caught u!!!111!!” Poor Big Poppa gets a reminder that crabs bite back.
"Iz will avenge mah poppa!"
“Iz will avenge mah poppa!”
Poor Big Poppa had a limp for the rest of the afternoon as recovered from the crab attack
Poor Big Poppa had a limp for the rest of the afternoon as recovered from the crab attack.