Walking on the wildly wood-strewn beach this morning, glanced up at the shoreline and look! I'm surprised I even saw this wee wonder sunning herself.
She was so still that for a moment I thought she might not be living. I couldn't see a heartbeat, but then her ticker's buried deep beneath all that insulating fur.
Art quietly approached, giving thumbs up as she stretched and opened her eyes. Sun-warmed and relaxed (and we wishing we could pet her velvet coat).
The tide was out--way out. I made this picture from the other side of the rocky verge where the seal pup was perhaps awaiting the return of her natural element.
Big weather's still pouring in. Tomorrow's a new day.