From a distance, I saw these vultures making short work of a stingray that had washed up on the beach late yesterday afternoon.


From April 28, 2012

The fish had washed up as a cross-section of itself, its innards slipping out on one side, its flesh and bone exposed on the other. The dead fish was a sad sight to me at first. Then, it was a fact of life that made dinner possible for many a bird. There was a strange dignity about the scene on the beach this morning.



From April 28, 2012

When I got a little too close, off went the birds--beautifully.



From April 28, 2012


Lots more folks came out about this time, and the vultures who had been circling vamoosed for a while. Later in the day, I was back for another walk, and there were the remains, a strange and humble offering to the birds who would wait for the people to go away so they could dine in peace. Meanwhile, though, just about everybody who was on the beach checked out the fish and maybe paid their respects.
From April 28, 2012
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