Trey and I went for a lovely walk along the rocky Cow Bay beach.
Trey would fetch the ball, while I walked along obsessively taking pictures.
Across the the salt marsh, behind the beach, an eagle soared over tree tops, trying to ignore the harassment of four smaller birds.
The wind was strong and warm, stealing my hat from my head, and forcing me to chase it down the rocky beach.
We walked to where a small tidal river changed its direction four times a day.
Right now it was going out.
It was here that we lost our wonderful ball. Foolishly, I chucked it into the outgoing flow of the tidal river. Even though the water was shallow, the wavelets hid the ball from Trey's searching gaze. While he looked one way, the ball quickly bobbed the other way, out to sea.
Walking back, you are confronted by two "Franken-homes" that bracket the parking lot and the Cow Bay Moose.
Nevertheless, it was a lovely walk, for which I am thankful.