Which is the phrase for "There's not a lot to eat." And why birds are dying and washing up on the beach. Yesterday, found this adult red-tail hawk washing around on the edge of the surf, and picked it up, bedding it up on the beach plaintain. No, we can't feel anything when we're dead, but - you know. We do it out of respect.
How do you know the Clallam River is rising as the tide comes up? The surface tension on the dry rocks is swelling.
A Douglas Fir that went down a long time ago on Slip Point (Clallam Bay beach) and cut. Still bleeding blood-red pitch. 
Dan, making fun of the Chemtrail sillies.
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