Sunday.
Beach Buoy, Borrowed Dog and Another Dog reached the snowy beach at 7-56 a.m.
The access ramp was more like a ski jump.
The Beachcombing Border Collie were heading home.
To the south, the man who once had four dogs led the way with three.
Beach Buoy collected five suitable stones.
Beach Buoy stopped to chat to Team One Black Ear.
Beach Buoy and the dogs continued south.
He fed some hungry looking Crows.
The Crows enjoyed their breakfast as Team One Black Ear head home.
Team Muzzled Dog were heading south.
The man with pockets of sweets headed along the water's edge.
Recent Moons had been lovely.
The Crow landed when Beach Buoy and the dogs arrived at Stubborn Dog Stack.
It was 8-26
Beach Buoy added the five suitable stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Team Muzzled Dog appeared up at the stack.
Beach Buoy introduced the Crow.
Dasher, the Muzzled Dog wanted a closer look.
The Crow took flight.
They all chatted for a short while.
Beach Buoy scattered some seeds.
"See you mate."
He moved a few metres to the north to see if the Crow would return.
It did.
It brought backup.
The Moon and the Sun.
The sunrise.
Sunrise seekers stood on the beach below.
The Crows jumped down to feed on seed.
Back to the beach.
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Sunshine shadows.
Beach Buoy and the dogs.
The wreck was on show once more.
As he left the beach, Beach Buoy scattered the last of the seed for the nearby Crows.
The wreck information board.
The wreck can be seem just to the left.
Only visible at low tides.
BEACH BUOY.
