Waves and feathered friends

This little guy was gathering himself at the waters edge. I think sometimes the ocean wind catches them and they end up in the water. He was still recovering but so close I was worried he'd get pulled back in. He wasn't afraid of me at all. So I carefully picked him up. His little dino claws wrapped around my fingers 🥹 I carried him further up the beach away from the waves. He hoped out of my hand and ruffled his wings, poor little one was soaked. I sat with him for awhile, he had one more fluff and took off.