Victoria BC Breakfast at Ogden Point

The signs on the tables on the patio at Ogden Point Cafe that said "Please do not feed the birds" have all been removed : the birds feed themselves.  Some will come right up and sit on your plate.  So far it is only the sparrows who are so bold.  So far the seagulls are not. Whew!

What fascinated me about this sparrow was her daintily eating honey left in the container.  She came back three times for the sweet treat and interspersed that with  toasted sesame seeds.  I wonder if  sparrows eat nectar or if honey is an acquired taste.
 
It was windy and a bit cool and gazing out across the ocean had the dreamy quality of being a bit bundled in mere mortal form;  fog will do that as well.  There is the satisfaction of feeling protected  in the midst of an environment that - well, needs a bit of protection but not to the extent of retreating from the experience; the sound of the wind; the feel of the wind; the sight of the waves; the movement of the clouds;  several divers stripping down to bare chests as they put on their diving equipment; the call of the gulls;  the chirp of a bird at my table.

I don't know what those spheres with holes in them are.  They appeared several months ago and seem to be there to stay.  A young girl walked by them and dropped a wrapper from something into the top hole of one but the wind blew it right back out at her.  I wonder if they make a whistling noise if the wind blows by them just right.