I got off work a bit early today (and went in a bit late, but that's a different story) so I tried to make it to the Museum of the Aleutians before it closed with no luck. It was too nice to just go home so I drove out to the spit and watched the boats and enjoyed the sunshine. There are hundreds and hundreds of crab pots stored on the spit awaiting the arrival of the crab fleet and apparently this eagle found just the right one to perch and keep an eye on things. As I'm typing this I'm watching the fog steal into Dutch Harbor from the south, the frosting on a perfect day . . .
I got off work a bit early today (and went in a bit late, but that's a different story) so I tried to make it to the Museum of the Aleutians before it closed with no luck. It was too nice to just go home so I drove out to the spit and watched the boats and enjoyed the sunshine. There are hundreds and hundreds of crab pots stored on the spit awaiting the arrival of the crab fleet and apparently this eagle found just the right one to perch and keep an eye on things. As I'm typing this I'm watching the fog steal into Dutch Harbor from the south, the frosting on a perfect day . . .
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