Was up early yesterday and got the MH moved down to the marina parking, had breakfast at Joan's then back to the marina and attended Day of Mourning event. Son Jim was one of the speakers and did a great job.
Chad and I headed out right after and had a good trip to the coast via the Coquihalla highway. It was windy all the way down but we made good time and caught the 6 pm ferry. Very windy after getting through Active Pass. The flowers are all in bloom so things are looking good here. Much to do here today.
Was glad to find the finally fully revised copy of "Water Borne" waiting for me, so it is now approved and will be available on Barnes and Noble and Amazon shortly. (already is at Lulu.com

WATER BORNE

A patrolling seagull turned from its search as it spotted something lying at the water’s edge. It landed on a weed and barnacle encrusted rock. Was it food or just a bundle of rags? No definitely not just rags, it was human, a body but was it food?

The bird cocked its head and studied the form as it moved in a rocking motion with the tide and small waves breaking on the shore.

After a few moments, seeing no unnatural movements it hopped down off the rock and zigzagged in dainty steps through the rocks and sandy patches. It stopped frequently, studying the form. It stretched its wings and pointing it’s head to the sky, it opened its yellow bill to call to others; then quickly stopped the call and keeping its wings slightly open it moved, closing the distance. Twice it jumped back then tentatively moved forward again. Instinctively it went to what it knew was the head; if there was a meal to be had the eyes would be the first target.

As it reached the body the bird cocked its head, a noise or was it just the grinding of beach gravel? It lowered its head and cautiously pecked at a finger that lay across part of the face

A groan emanated from the form and as the bird let out a squawk in return the man rolled away from the water and mumbled aloud.

The seagull squawked again and leapt into the air and on beating wings flew straight away along the beach then out over the water. It turned after a few seconds and once more calmly resumed its search for food.