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Squirrelendipity
Making a new friend.
I was on a photo expedition in Morro Bay, California shooting the typical tourist-type photos that everyone who visits the area shoots.
After getting a few nice shots, I decided to stroll over to the docks, view the boats, and then take a seat at the end of the docks and sing “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay”. It had always been a dream of mine to do that. But as I walked down the dock, this beautiful and quite animated Pelican decided to put on a show. Perched on top of a piling he squawked, flapped his wings, and danced like a street performer asking for tips, or at least asking to be photographed for posterity. I obliged him with a beautiful portrait before continuing on to fulfill my dream.
With fishing boats rollin’ in, I sat on the edge of the dock, feet dangling just above the water, and started crooning “I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay… Watching the tiiide roll away…. Oooo…”. My off-key rendition was suddenly interrupted by the sound of snickering. I turned around to see some old “Salty-Dog” Sea Captain shaking his head and trying to hold back laughter as he prepared his ship to roll out again.
Embarrassed, but having at least lived part of my dream, it was now time to trek out on the jetty toward one of the “Sacred Sisters” (a chain of ancient volcanic peaks). It turned out to be a longer walk…
