Robb and I went down to the lake to see what we could see in Friday. Walking continues to be challenging for Robb. Much harder, in fact than cycling. But Robb keeps moving, and we have the opportunity to chat and notice the world around us.
The wing feathers on the gull seem so much like fluffy petticoats. Amazing how such a sleek, streamlined animal can change its shape.
Our local lake (which is actually a tidal estuary -- where several creeks drain into the San Francisco Bay) was the first wildlife refuge in the nation. The refuge was established in 1870, at a time when birds were being slaughtered at an alarming rate, to supply the feathers for ladies' hats. These days, Lake Merritt is an overwintering site for thousands of migratory waterfowl. Not bad for a body of water that formerly served as an open-air sewer for the city of Oakland!