Just to acknowledge my sources; the American Sentences that I have been employing were first brought to my attention by Ceridwen of read.write.poem. (See sidebar for link.) A great site for the celebration of poetry - poetry that's already made as well as poetry that's in the making.
This is Saturday's post but as it after midnight as I write this, I will be posting another post before Sunday is over.
This morning was a workday for me, even though for others it was a Saturday morning and a day to do your own thing, whatever that is ... swimming up the harbour for example?
But that's okay, I get the next three days off.
Near to the Albatross Centre is a cliff where it's possible to see up close, Spotted Shags nesting on elaborate basket-weave type nests.
I saw a change-over where one of the breeding pairs came back from feeding out at sea to take its turn to incubate the eggs. They were cute the way they dipped their heads to each other and exchanged bows.
Like kettles on a kitchen shelf, they sit and preen their feathers, or doze. They don't appear to communicate with their neighbours at all.
Meanwhile way down below, skirts of kelp swirl.
My American Sentence for today: What are the chances of seeing any albatross flying today? (spoken with a hopeful tone in an American accent.)