Brutkey

Niko (Martin) :heart_ace:
@martinligabue@tsukihi.me
George Penney
@georgepenney@sunny.garden

#Spotted at the Beach on New Year's Day in Aotearoa New Zealand:

An entire huge family rushes en masse into a choppy sea. Shrieking, laughing, splashing, roaring. Half of them running straight back out again. Grins and goose bumps as they head for a big pile of towels and toys on the sand.

A man (20s?) has one hand wrapped around his partner's waist while he holds a metal detector in the other hand. Snuggling as they slowly walk down the beach, scanning for buried treasure.

A tiny human (1?) is being flipped upside down by his chuckling Mum. Mum's roaring, "Look at those little abs! I'M GONNA TICKLE 'EM!" While Tiny Human gurgles with laughter. Tickling is imminent!

Two men (teens?) are sitting side-by-side at a picnic table watching the surf. Boards on the grass nearby next to peeled off wetsuits. Bowls of cereal in front of them. It might be dinner time but they can have Coco Pops if they want to. The vibe is chill.

A weka* has spotted a MAGNIFICENT TREASURE! A picnic blanket unguarded! It's a bit ungainly, but this bird's determined to tug it back to its under-scrub lair, where there's already a snaffled cushion.
Maybe... just maybe... picnic blankets are edible. (Or at least cosy?)

Any typos spotted in this post are very relaxed apostrophes who had a delightful Christmas and New Year, punctuating all over the place. If typos spotted, please maybe politely enquire what they're planning on doing with the picnic blanket once they get it home.

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You're looking a view taken half way across a bridge of a river, marshlands and faintly visible mountains beyond. There are big low lying fluffy white clouds overhead that are reflected in the water, which is crystal calm. The mountains in the distance are shrouded by mist because they're demure and don't need to be flashy. We know they're there. They're always there. The marshland is brownish and silty but very pretty... not at all like the Dead Marshes in Lord of the Rings, but maybe a little reminiscent. And there is also a ridge of pine forest far in the distance to the right, pointing at the mountains so you don't forget they're there. The vibe is tranquil. This scene smells like salt water, fuggy greenery and a little bit of sulfur of decaying plant things. It sounds like distant crashing waves and evening birdsong. You're looking at a typical Kiwi scene here of a picnic table and bench chairs surrounded by the usual suspects. There's grass, a flax plant with big pointy leaves, scrub... and a brown woodhen looking like it most definitely hasn't been thwarted, standing with its back to the table, which incidentally holds a red wool plaid picnic blanket. This blanket was recently in this bird's possession and it will get it back... moments later in fact. The bird is about the size of a chicken. The blanket is the size of a single bed blanket. This bird is a tiny blanket stealing dinosaur. The sounds in this picture are of silent bird sneakiness, nearby waves crashing and a family laughing and shrieking as they run into the sea. The smell is petrichor after recent rain and the sea.