Low tide at Puget Sound

It was a -1 tide on Sunday and great entertainment for people and birds.

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We got there about lunch time.

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We found two moonsnails.

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Lots of moonsnail egg cases.

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Some moonsnail food.

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Anenomes everywhere.

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And at the end, we had quit being crabby.

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And everything was clam.

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Moonsail collars!

Ah, but that makes me homesick. I grew up on the west side of the Sound, and we used to walk down to the beach for science class when I was in kindergarten.

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