Lots of B things lately. Berries (of the huckle variety in this case).
Bits (of the polka dotted crab variety).
And lots of babies. Thirteen in this case. Imagine!
As the tide came up waves kept swamping the lower babies and one by one they moved up closer to mom, who was taking the moment and giving herself a good preening. They would sit on and wiggle in between each, just a moving mass of baby birds. Eventually the leader of the group (NOT mom, sigh, isn’t it the way) had enough and went on his way, followed by the other 12 and mom, attempting to look like yes, she had thought they better go too, and really she was finished bathing and ready. So much of parenting is putting on a good bluster. Oh. Another B.
