There was a super-low low tide today so we headed to Boundary Bay to walk forever on the mudflats. All was going well until it started to rain (which it was not supposed to do--it was supposed to be sunny). Thus we didn't get to the ocean's elusive edge, were chased back ashore. Somewhere in the middle of the aborted mission we came upon a small flock of Caspian terns. There were about 10 birds in total, who seemed to be debating whether or not to hang around on the mud, what with all the humans and running off-leash dogs and inclement weather.
They were eventually chased away by a small black dachshund, which is about as sadly ridiculous a thing as anything I have ever seen. At that point I had packed away my camera, which makes it also tragic.