As Skye and I were on our way down the beach this morning, I caught a glimpse of something moving in the woods along side of the boat yard.

Appears to be a mother forest rat with two nearly grown faun.  I never could find a shot that would get all three at once.

The beach was much calmer and warmer than yesterday; the jean jacket I wore today proved to be overkill.

It was also very quiet on the beach, not many other walkers, and if there were any eagles or Ospreys about, I didn't get a glimpse.

 A striped bass that died of over ambition.

 Skye and Red leading the way

And the GBH bides his time on the root ball.