It was a windy afternoon on the beach at the end of Craddock Drive. Our family decided to wander down to the end of the beach where we rarely go. After a few minutes our son pointed out to the rocks and said “Look, there’s a sea star.” Out on top of a seaweed covered rock lay a lonely orange sea star.
As we walked over to check out the sea star, and get as close as we possibly could even though the rock was surrounded by water, two seagulls swooped down. One snatched the sea star planning on a tasty lunch while the other gull took chase.
The two birds then engaged in a mid-air battle, each desperately wanting the prize. (It never fails, something exciting always happens when the lighting isn’t great and you have the wrong lens with you!)
Somehow in the battle the sea star was dropped and the birds chased off into the distance. Back on the beach my husband spotted the sea star and called the children over.
The sea star was a beautiful color but sported a few war wounds. Clearly life as a sea star has the odd challenge.
After some careful examination my husband realized the sea star was still alive. It was wiggling. Everyone was amazed that after a battle with the gulls,followed by being dropped from high in the air, that the little sea star was still alive.
My husband gently scooped up the sea star.
He decided to give the rugged little sea creature a chance.
The sea star was returned to the sea after its harrowing experience with the gulls.
What a memorable afternoon.
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I love a story with a happy ending! 🙂
We were quite happy the sea star had not become “lunch”.
Wow, BC or what?!
Nature at it’s finest for sure.