While walking at the inlet we had been noticing that Xena would occasionally stop and appear to be munching on something. Something crunchy. I could hear it. When I walked over to her and checked the ground to see what it could possibly be, there was nothing there.
Then, one day, Rick saw one before Xena did. A little fish, left behind by the tide. It was nice and dry and there for the taking, on top of the dried, silty mud. Quite a tasty tidbit for Xena.
On an unrelated note, I found something else on the dried inlet mud the other day. An injured dragonfly. One of it's wings was damaged and it couldn't seem too get off the ground. It's a little hard to see in the photo, but it was making quite a racket, so it was easy to find.