talbotlucas.org: a word to the wise is sufficient

Since my first visit to California I've had a soft spot in my heart for pelicans. They're large and oddly shaped, but watching a group of them glide along the shoreline of the La Jolla Cove gave me the feeling that, somehow, all was right in the world. They'd find their favorite spots on the rocks, flip their bills onto their backs, and take a nap. Not a bad life. They don't really bother other birds, or people, and they seem fairly social. They were a frequent sight in San Francisco, too, and Wallace and I would watch them glide over the water as we walked along the Embarcadero.

Intruding on my pelican reverie, however, is the real world. Today's issue of The New York Times includes a story about pelican killing along the California coast. My small hope is that whoever is responsible for this meets their fate in a similarly horrible way. (I'll push past the urge to make specific suggestions here and now.)

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