…so here, have a picture of some pelicans. If it looks like they’re having a party, well, they are. Waiting for scraps being thrown from the end of a fishing pier.
I call pelicans my favorite cranky bastard seabirds, because they can be cranky bastards. I also find them incredibly fascinating. When they fly they look like pterodactyls, and when they walk they look ridiculous. They bobble around in the water like oversized bath toys, but they’re amazingly efficient predators and watching them dive down out of the sky and land in the sea for a successful catch is both mesmerizing and humbling. Watching them soar just over the crest and curl of the waves on impossibly broad wings is something amazing.