With the tide out at Outer Point, the table is set for the birds and other animals that harvest tidal zone. We should see eagles, ravens and maybe mink or otter. We hear the whooshing pulse of a raven’s wings over our heads, cheeping song of feeding chickadees, a sea lion’s snort than splash, a loud crash from the woods as if made by a panicked deer, and eagle complaints. We almost step on the remains of an otter’s sea urchin dinner and spot the sea lion before it dives. Aki and I watch one adult bald eagle arc around us as it heads down beach.   But otherwise, this is day to listen to learn until an approaching storm drowns out the lessons with heavy rain.