

You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall



I can’t decide which photo I prefer.


We watch them grow up from visit to visit to our yard.



Their version of a drive-in restaurant, we suppose. There were others overhead, all ordering fresh alewives migrating upstream from the ocean.

Home grown, of course.

We had to walk gingerly around it before it left, in a huff.

You can walk there only at low tide.

No traffic inside the Cobscook Shores public preserve.

One looking regal.

And three in one shot. Including the one in the first shot, as it sits in the upper left corner of the second.
