Low tide at Puget Sound

It was a -1 tide on Sunday and great entertainment for people and birds.


We got there about lunch time.


We found two moonsnails.


Lots of moonsnail egg cases.


Some moonsnail food.


Anenomes everywhere.


And at the end, we had quit being crabby.


And everything was clam.


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Moonsail collars!

Ah, but that makes me homesick. I grew up on the west side of the Sound, and we used to walk down to the beach for science class when I was in kindergarten.

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