Finally caught up with the Super-Harvest-Beaver-Whatever-Moon this morning.
Billy delivered a dozen multicolored eggs this morning, and we headed out for a little walk and a lot of breakfast.
And on that rock – there is a ruddy turnstone.
The ruddy turnstone flies here from north of the Arctic Circle. Apparently, they can make it all the way to New Zealand on those tiny wings. It’s about the size of a robin. Think about it.
Most excellent Eggs Benedict.