{"id":2844,"date":"2011-05-17T19:15:40","date_gmt":"2011-05-18T02:15:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/?p=2844"},"modified":"2017-06-08T01:13:16","modified_gmt":"2017-06-08T08:13:16","slug":"mr-tambourine-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/2011\/05\/17\/mr-tambourine-man\/","title":{"rendered":"Mr. Tambourine Man"},"content":{"rendered":"

In November 2004<\/a> I was staying in a converted farmhouse on tiny Pebble Island<\/a> within the Falkland Islands<\/a>. Including guests there were probably no more than a dozen people on this island, and the majority of the visitors were a quirky bunch of old British folks who explained to me that Venice Beach was the place to go for birdwatching in LA. At the time I looked at them as if they’d just told me about the great nightlife in North Dakota and went about ravenously consuming the steak pie that had been set in front of me.<\/p>\n

Fast forward almost seven years, and the Venice Beach Pier is one of the places Audrey and I are most likely to head to for an evening walk. Last Saturday night our company on this walk included an egret who was fishing in the canal, a flock of pelicans that were plunge diving for mackerel, a heron that was intently observing the pier’s activities from atop a street lamp, and a few dolphins that were out enjoying the twilight. While it’s in no way comparable to areas along the Central Coast or even a place like La Jolla<\/a>, I’ve got to admit that those crazy Brits might have known what they were talking about.<\/p>\n

\"Black-crowned<\/a><\/p>\n

Black-crowned night heron. Taken on Pebble Island in the Falklands, but these guys also keep Audrey and I company on our strolls through Venice.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In November 2004 I was staying in a converted farmhouse on tiny Pebble Island within the Falkland Islands. Including guests there were probably no more than a dozen people on this island, and the majority of the visitors were a quirky bunch of old British folks who explained to me that Venice Beach was the … Continue reading “Mr. Tambourine Man”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[30,25],"class_list":["post-2844","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-journal","tag-photography","tag-ramblings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2844","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2844"}],"version-history":[{"count":20,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2844\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11044,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2844\/revisions\/11044"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2844"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2844"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2844"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}