Walking in Someone Else’s Home

It is easy to walk through the world as though we are the main event. Neal and I were enjoying an afternoon on St. Augustine Beach when another little life crossed our path. A Ruddy Turnstone. He gave no introduction. We had no invitation. Well this was his home after all!

So glad I had camera in hand. He was not waiting to pose for a portrait! Look at him go, just this little birdie doing exactly what birds do.

Humans occupy plenty of space, but we are surrounded by lives unfolding with or without our attention. Birds above us, creatures beneath the sand, insects in the grasses, movement at the water’s edge. Sometimes a walk reminds me how crowded this world really is.

Speaking of critters in the sand, we did not stop “mister bird” here from finding his lunch!

“Experience my life while I can breathe.”

– Robert Smith

You know what? Some things cannot be experienced from a chair inside the house.
Get yourself outside, wander a little, and allow something unexpected to interrupt your precious plans. This afternoon, that something happened to have two quick legs and a very useful bill