Copy of IMG_2552Our journey from Texas to the Oregon coast was full of expectation.  Business by way of  ministry was my first duty.  But, there would be chances to take in the thrill of all that the Pacific Ocean does to lick the land of the Northwest.

The drive out to the Coast was long.  After 90 plus minutes, the smells announced our proximity to the ocean.  Temperatures dropped; it was cooler than the valley.

We settled into our room, went through orientation, taught my first two of seven presentations and met all of the key contacts for the week.  It was now Sunday afternoon.  We could take a break so we headed for the beach.

When our feet touched the sand, we were engulfed.  The wind caught our hair and mussed our combed do.  Air on the coast is stunning.

Sounds on the beach filled our hearing.  The surf was pulsating with its roaring routine.  For ears that have missed this special landscape, I was mesmerized.

IMG_2554Then, there were the birds.  Seagulls were a part of the scene.  They were all over.  Cawing announced their presence.  Shadows sailed around our feet, soon followed by great birds soaring overhead.

Ahead, a flock of gulls was taking an afternoon bath.   The river was meandering its way through the beach.  A steady but small ribbon of fresh water was heading headlong toward the sea.  It was an inevitable clash that would result in the same end.  Saltwater wins.  Gravity is the only saving feature of fresh water.

Seagulls were splashing around in the shallow water.  They spread their feathers to get total coverage.  Heads went underwater and thrust upwards to create a personal shower.

There was always a bird or two that were on guard.  They were watching for danger.  If something threatened the birds, they would sound the alarm.

In the meantime, the bulk of the flock was getting cleaned.  It was comical to watch.  Birds gyrating in the water seemingly was effective, but still entertaining to watch.

I got too close.  Two birds cawed at me.  Every bird stiffened, stopped splashing and stared at me.  It was only a momentary stare.

Quickly, the birds started walking away.  At the same time they looked over  their shoulder at the human who was getting too close.  Then, they did what seagulls were created to do.  They flew away.

photo credit: brucefong cellphone photography

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