We made one last trip to the beach this morning before heading home. The cousins and I walked up to the Avalon Pier and back, about a two-mile round trip. Hard to believe it’s late November and kids are still playing in the surf.

I’d love to know just what it is these guys eat. They all poke around like mad, but I never see what they come up with. And, whatever it is, they either get a lot of it, or it’s really loaded with something, because it sure keeps these birds energized.

We made our ritual pilgrimage to Jockeys Ridge to watch the sun set over the sound. Even though the mild breeze wasn’t enough to lift the “Kites with Lites”, we still managed to have a great time before trekking back in the dark.