I thought I might have critter withdrawal once I got here, but meet the Quackles -- a family of seven (I think) that finds the beach rather nice.
On this day, they were bobbing around in unusually windy conditions, sitting atop the water and rolling with the waves. Waves like this aren't the norm.
Of course, some had to come to shore to see what they could find. They're still relatively small, smaller than my ditch family, the Duckles.
Lizzie is not interested. Being the neurotic girl she is, no matter how warm, we find her here. Trust me -- I know how to make a bed better than this! She burrowed straight to the center! (Every now and then I check to make sure she is still alive.)
I'm making progress on my puzzle called Gotham Bookstore Cats. The theatre books and orange cats drew me in. I've read a lot of those!
The beach is terribly weedy. This is an annual occurrence, I think created in large part by those who use chemicals on their lake lawns. There should be a law. It's discouraged but that holds no weight. Cousin David I said we don't remember it being that bad when we were young. There were weeds but it was more sand than green. Not anymore. My good neighbor got a rototiller and worked the weeds loose.
It looks so much better. I will be able to rake or easily pull them up now. Still, even this is a miracle by comparison.
We're still enjoying some beautiful sunsets.
It seems as though every evening offers something different. Sometimes I think the sky is kind of "flat" and when the sun goes down, I'll be disappointed.
I haven't been yet.