Backyard Zoology · 15 August 2022
2022-08-15T17:58:22+10:00
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I have no business being on rocks. None at all. Especially alone. But there I was today, on rocks, in my 'not to be worn on slippery rocks shoes', by myself, with wind blowing my hair into my eyes and into my mouth and the fluff-lined hood of my jacket blowing into my mouth and into my eyes, so that everything was a blurry, fluffy mess. A bluffy, if you will.

I almost fell over countless times. But I was so worried that upon lifting me up, the paramedics would make a groaning, grunting kind of sound, like they were lifting an enormous weight and that would hurt my feelings, that I stayed safely in place and didn't risk any fancy moves. 

So I'll preface these images with: didn't get close enough, but it was a totally lovely experience all the same.

Fur Seal 
Bass Point