The guardrail does its job March, 17,

It looked like things had gone terribly wrong for the little car; it crashed.

There is was, up against the guardrail at a totally wrong attitude, at the edge of the bridge, waiting to get towed away.  (We don’t know who it was that crashed; this is just a situation I came upon while out for a walk.)

Later, from a different angle, it became clear that as bad as the situation seemed at first look, the crashed car would have had it much worse if the guardrail had not given its all to protect it from a much worse fate.

Off in the distance March, 16,

A white duck with a dark head.

We don’t know any white ducks with dark heads, so we looked closer.

It’s a bird grooming.  He’s rolled over to scratch his belly like a sea otter.

And flap his wings when he’s right-side-up.

It’s a common loon.

Our first of the year.

It has been a long time coming March, 14,

But I’m starting to like fish.

Judy has been cooking tilapia.  The other night she made this baked cod, sautéed shrimp, Judy’s rice (with tomato and green onion), and homemade tartar sauce.

Yum.

Bo and Colleen fed us grilled salmon and we liked it so much we got the recipe.  It has been a long time coming, but now I look forward to our fish food.