Oct 24

Today the floats come off the airplane.  To mark the dawn of this auspicious event, as I was admiring the airplane reflection, a muskrat swam under the dock walkway, approaching from the direction of our neighbor to the left,

in the direction of Rosebud, our neighbor to the right.  No stopping here!  Last year we poured bleach on the little bugger's muddy attempts to winter under our dock.  He must have remembered how close he came to the business end of a Beretta.  Good little muskrat!!