A front-page story in today’s LA Times details the mysterious struggles brown pelicans up and down the coast are having to survive.
Yesterday, biking to work in the morning along Ballona Creek between Overland and Sepulveda I found heartbreaking proof of that:
I stood where I was looking for movement, but there was none. Had there been even the slightest sign it was still alive you know damn well I would’ve stopped the world and been over the fence and down that bank like a shot to do I don’t even know what to try and help the poor thing. Because that’s how I roll.
But there was nothing I could do for a creature so magnificent to watch course through the air and so sad to see it downed there.
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