Wet, Wild & Endeering

My weather app said 47 degrees this morning. Good day to walk, surely.

I hadn't counted on wind with gusts so strong, you could lean back into them without fear of falling. And the ocean, well, it had worked itself up into a veritable frenzy.

Wet and wild

Since it definitely wasn't a beach day, I went into town to do some errands. Checked out Montauk Printing for Valentine cards. Not yet, the clerk told me. Not yet? Valentine's Day is two weeks away. Nope. In Montauk, it's still Christmas. Only White's, its window a sea of red hearts, seems to be getting in the spirit.

And speaking of those near and dear, drive through town at dusk and, chances are, you're going to see the four-legged variety. Deer hang out on the village greens and saunter across the highway. Bold as brass. Yet you rarely see them during the day. How come? I ask my husband, who watches every nature show known to man. Dawn and dusk, he says with authority. Apparently, they leave their beds around dawn and move to feeding areas, returning to their beds at dusk. I'm telling you, between the deer, the pig and the seals out here, it's like the San Diego Zoo.