One of
Whitey's distant (likely very distant) cousins
fishing down by the harbor.
Skye and I left home before noon today. Another cool (35 F) degree day, it was
also overcast and a little breezy. As you can see, we didn't have a lot of
competition for space on the beach.
Whitey added another notch to his belt as the latest staying
Great White Heron
ever in Maryland. He doesn't seem like he's moved much since yesterday. Maybe he
needs one of the local blues to show him how to hunt here in winter.
A tough day in the shark's tooth mines, we managed only 10 teeth, and not very
exciting ones at that, despite piles of shell hash.
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