We drove down to the beach today, since Skye seemed to have some residual soreness after yesterday's Great Dane attack. The first thing I saw looking out was a huge dark thing beyond the Gas Docks. Using the telephoto to it's greatest power, I'm pretty sure it's another LNG tanker, getting ready to dock (there was already one at the dock).
Whitey was back on one of his favorite groins. I had almost given up hope and assumed he had followed the Ospreys back to Florida. I did see three adult eagles in the sky today. Two of them were not happy about the third.
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