The house, located on a canal that emptied directly into the bay, offered all sorts of beautiful views . The beach was a short walk. There was a sea breeze more often than not. There were sea gulls cavorting in the sky. Pelicans made a huge comeback during that time and it wasn’t unusual to see groups of them swimming down the canal (the fisherpeople hated that). I walked down to the beach every day and, yes, I brought something back every day - shells and driftwood and coconuts and unusual glass bottles and whatever else caught my attention.
One day I went down to find there had been a Red Tide and a swarm (cell, pipe, or array) of eels had been washed up onto the beach. Really kind of icky. Once, a ship out in the gulf had lost several crates of oranges and they washed up on our beach. Very odd, seeing oranges all along the beach. Then, one day I was standing on the porch looking out to the bay and I saw a cow swimming along with a cowboy in hot pursuit, lasso in hand, in a boat right behind it. Speaking of cows – one afternoon the cattle in the pasture just east of us, broke through the fence, walked across the mud flats and roamed through the neighborhood. It was a little surprising to be sitting on the bulkhead, fishing and look up to find a very large cow peering over your shoulder.
I miss it still, every day.
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