Weekend drama with fire, whales and fighting crows!

This week started out with quite a bang, literally! Sunday morning, 5:30am... I awakened to what sounded like Armageddon happening just a few houses down from mine:

By the time I got outside, the majority of the firefighting was done:
Turns out the neighbor's house caught fire around dawn and that sucker burned UP. No, there are no photos of the fire or the damaged house. I may be a camera whore, but I am not going to photograph someone's misery. After checking in on the neighbor, I spent the rest of the morning ensuring my house was up to code! Some lessons I learned that morning:

1. People will actually get into their cars, drive to the location of a fire, and openly gawk. WTF? Have some manners people, this is not a tourist attraction. It's bad enough that the neighbors (i.e., me) are gawking.

2. People show up at fires and ask the fire victim if they want help cleaning up after the fire. As in...HIRE ME. They also want to sell them furniture. The damn house is still smouldering and these "ambulance chasers" were showing up!

3. The neighborhood continues to smell of fire and destruction for about 2-3 days following the event. And all the burnt and melted housewares, furniture and personal belongings are left where they were tossed.

4. The Red Cross shows up fast and they seem very helpful. And they really do wear vests!

So, to escape the touristy gawking, hawking of services and smell...I went to the beach to walk. Now, rumors abound in this town lately that there are two whales hanging around our coves. People swear they "see" them. People like my friend at work. So I headed on up to the highest point to observe all three coves at once.

On the way up the mountain, I accosted some wildlife and wildflowers with my camera:

Exhibit A: Confused Bunny Rabbit who shoulda taken that left at Albuquerque:

Exhibit B: Weird looking phallic flower:
Exhibit C: One Shy Gopher attempting to blend in with rock:

Exhibit D: Wild Strawberries...not for eating.
Exhibit E: Ostrich? Stork? Heron?

I became fascinated and stalked this poor thing awhile:

Exhibit F: Spiky Cactus type plant thingy:

Exhibit G: Pod People:

Or maybe where brains come from:
Or perhaps the origins of Cauliflower?
Is this the end result of the Pod plant?

Or this?

Or maybe this...?

Onward!

Exhibit H: Posing Gopher, distant cousin of Shy Gopher:

And here is the Ostrich/Stork /Heron creature, still climbing the hill:
So I finally made it to the top, and the view from Devil's Mountain was quite nice:No whale yet, but I spotted a flock of birds:
And look! The carnival was in town!
So here was the view from the top. Water..check. Mountains...check. Sky...check. Whale? FAIL.
Here I am, and no whales in sight:
Zooming in on the great expanse of Whale-less waters:

Then...suddenly, out of nowhere! Wow! A perfectly drawn and colored ...I mean... a beautiful Grey Whale... appeared on the horizon!
Now that I finally got to see the rare and elusive "local whale", I headed back down the mountain. Off the side of the trail, I noticed what appeared to be gang warfare going on between the Crows and the Ostrich/Stork/Heron Creature:
This can't be good:
Then all hell broke loose:
And the fighting ceased rather abruptly:
I continued on down the hill, and looked up to see a singing hawk overhead:

and then...WHAM..out of nowhere the Crow Gang shows up:
This place was too violent for me! I headed back home in time for yet another spectacular sunset. On a clear day... you can see the Farallon Islands from the porch!

A colorful sunset shot to end the blog:

Random shots and an update on "Lame"

Here is a random collection of what I like to call..."Things I see while walking on the beach"

First up: Monk on the Beach

I told some people last week that I saw this huge Monk walking a tiny Chihuahua and I don't think they believed me. So when he showed up again tonight, I was glad I had my camera. I snapped this covert photo.

Next: Sandffiti

These could be a) crop circles, b) art completed by talented sandpipers, or c) sandffiti - a form of graffiti.

Next: Dudes on Sewer PipePeople (generally males leading younger males) who think it's "cool" to walk along the sewer outlet pipe. I await the moment the pipe suddenly opens, the smell overtakes them, and they fall into the sea.

Next: Footprints that aren't a sign that God was carrying me
Next: Annoying people who shouldn't be allowed to take my regular parking spot!

I like to call these things "Sunshine Come Latelys" - these people show up when the sun comes out, take all the parking, and leave little remembrances of their visit here behind. Like coke cans. And empty chip bags. And used diapers. Despite the garbage cans every 10 feet!

Even the sea birds are crowded by those folks.

Next: This shot I'll call..."What keeps the "Sunshine Come Latelys" away:

You'll notice in this next shot how empty the beach appears:

I wonder why?

Next: Sadistic stairs from hell

These stairs I take most every night to keep my Weight Watchers results at a good level.

Next: Obligatory lovely sunset shot:

Next: One night later, same beach, same time:

Now you FAITHFUL readers should remember last weekend's blog about "Lame" the duck I birthed. I suggested I might take him to the beach "for a visit", and tonight I did:
Lame at first seemed quite pleased to be outside. He liked the sand, and the sound of the waves, I think.

Then, a tragic turn of events:

Lame was not amused, as you can clearly see by his expression. But the worst was yet to come:

While I was focusing in on the very wet and annoyed Lame, a dog came up behind me and snatched Lame up into it's mouth! Although the dog dropped Lame quickly enough, the damage was done and now Lame was a bit traumatized and paranoid:

I had to talk him down off the rock. Took me quite awhile, as there are a lot of dogs on this beach.
Then I had to talk him out of the mussel shell. He called it his "armor".

His next action was simply pathetic:

Lame knows I collect beach glass, so he attempted to disguise himself as a yellow piece among the green and whites, hoping I would take him back home.

I did.