Time and tide waits for no man. So I flew all the way there on a bloody Saturday morning when I'm supposed to be in bed. I had to be at Harbour Front at the unearthly hour of 615am. Glad I made it though. The weather was beautiful. I visited the last natural shore on Sentosa, only visible at the lowest tide.
The natural shore line made me appreciate nature even more. There were plenty of sea grasses, out of the transect line, there we were, mapping our 0% sea grasses. If there's one thing I learnt, you don't have to be a diver to see the things divers do. It also sharpened my senses to fake landscapes. Turning around, on the way back, you realise what a stark difference Siloso Beach was compared to the world I stepped out of. Immediately, the word FAKE flashed across my screen. On the way home after lunch, I noticed a patch of bird's nest fern's sitting on the ground. And immediately the word FAKE appeared again.
Oh, I saw this little pigeon. Back home, I never paid attention to them. Here, I took special notice. First, it was smaller and skinner than most of his brothers and sisters back at home, perhaps a juvenile. Secondly, the leg was a stump. Don't look down on this crippled bugger, he was chasing (bullying) this other smaller piegeon.