Wing Man
The pelicans... At one end of White Bay in a copse of trees, the pelicans nest. They spend their day soaring up and down the beach feeding on small fish. Diving from the air they hit the water, never submerging fully, but almost always coming up with something to swallow. They'll float on the water for a few moments, then take off and dive again.
The bay always hosts yachts, dingies, and people in the water. The birds have become so used to the humans, that they go about their business seemingly without regard to our presence. They will dive just a few feet from where someone might be in the water, then float leisurely for a bit, then lift off again.
Remarkable, really. I spent much time watching them.
Wing Man
The pelicans... At one end of White Bay in a copse of trees, the pelicans nest. They spend their day soaring up and down the beach feeding on small fish. Diving from the air they hit the water, never submerging fully, but almost always coming up with something to swallow. They'll float on the water for a few moments, then take off and dive again.
The bay always hosts yachts, dingies, and people in the water. The birds have become so used to the humans, that they go about their business seemingly without regard to our presence. They will dive just a few feet from where someone might be in the water, then float leisurely for a bit, then lift off again.
Remarkable, really. I spent much time watching them.