A SoCal Weekend: On Love






 

Love.


It was a sunny, warm, sea-salty air kinda day on the cool California coast in Montecito.  My sister and I tried yoga on surfboards and dips in the sea before setting off on a walk with Mom and Dad.  Here, you can walk along the seaside about an hour to Santa Barbara, where Dad was ready to grab some food.  It was a gorgeous walk in the golden air, hopping from rock to rock and dodging waves.  Along the way, we met a bird. 



This little fella, about the size of a seagull, was painted grey and speckled black. He was on the shore, snuggled amidst some stones getting lightly tossed by waves, not moving much at all besides this.  My mom and Kensi were quick to act, finding the number of a local animal rescue group.  The Santa Barbara Wildlife Care Network told us we could bring the bird in, thirty minutes by car in the opposite direction we had been walking in.

By this time, Dad had walked on and was almost to Santa Barbara, eye on the prize of dinner.  But Kensi was insistent and Mom was supportive.  "What's a little discomfort to ourselves to save the life of someone else?" Kensi urged.  We agreed and even Dad came back to support us in the endeavor of trying to save the little guy. 

The wonderful lady at the Wildlife Care Network had a smile like a rainbow as she told us that the little Common Muir was a juvenile who probably wasn't able to feed himself and was too weak from lack of sustenance.  He would be rehabilitated at the sanctuary until well enough to be released onto their ranch land. What angels!

As you can imagine, dinner tasted deeeelicious that night!

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