The pier seems to have turned into a bird-only meeting zone.

The pier jutted out into the water like an abandoned monument now repurposed by its rightful owners. Pelicans stood tall among the cormorants, their long beaks catching the sunlight as if they were posing for an artist’s brush. The wooden planks beneath them were weathered and uneven, yet they seemed to hold firm under the weight of this feathered congregation. I watched as one bird flapped its wings lazily before settling back into place, as though even flight itself could wait for another moment. The contrast between the vivid blue water and the muted browns of the pier was striking—nature’s palette at its finest. Nearby, a few rocks peeked out from the water’s edge, worn smooth by time and tide. It was a scene that felt both timeless and fleeting.