Birdsong and Shrimp Boats

This morning along the walkway to the dune-top deck a bird was insistently calling, and there was a reply from the thick hedge of yaupon holly, a wonderful call-and-response to begin the day, back and forth.  I finally spied this little fellow perched high in the hedge, next to the remains of the full moon still visible in the morning sky:

Even though it was not a black bird, it reminded me of that wonderful old hymn that I first learned from Cat Stevens:

 Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

The rest of the day meandered along.  We both went to Anytime Fitness and worked out, came home for lunch, and then had to go out again for some errands.  At the end of a long day it was so nice to return, just in time to take a walk down to the fishing pier - we had the beach to ourselves! - returning late in the day as shadows lengthened.

This little travelogue is a short one today!  Birds calling, meandering day, and returning to a walk along the beach.  And such a glorious sunset!

What else is there to say on such a perfect day?  A shrimp boat was coming back home after a day out on the ocean, floating out on the horizon next to the sunset.  I could see a cloud of birds flocking around it in the sunset as it slowly sailed back into port.