After an exhausting week in Portland, Sarah and I enjoyed another relaxing weekend at Pacific City with no work, television, or computers involved.

Haystack rock has been whitewashed by the uric acid of thousands of seabirds.

While surveying Bob Straub State Park for beached seabirds, we observed an American Crow employed in a grisly foraging tactic.

It was pulling Pacific mole crabs from the sand and snapping off their tails, which are used to cover bright orange egg masses.

With the tails removed, the crows consumed the eggs, leaving the unfortunate female wiggling on her back. I guess a crow's gotta do what a crow's gotta do.
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