Maybe the North American is fishing cod - they went by the house today on the way to the Unisea dock and it looked like they were loaded. It's nice to have the season underway and have more boat activity in the East Channel.
Tonight when I walked the dog there was fresh snow so I could play "Track the Fox" along with Chico. It was blowing pretty good and I could tell from the tracks that we had just missed the fox by maybe 20 or 30 minutes or less but Chico and I differed on which way the fox was heading. I could tell the fox had crossed the footbridge and followed the river shoreline, checking the low tide line, then crossed the road and went down on the beach. Chico was more interested in where the fox had been than where it was going . . .
While watching him tonight I realized he played this game every night, snow or no snow, and how limited I was in needing fresh snow to see anything. I can only console myself with the things I see sometimes that he does not - like a few nights ago when I watched the fox on the other side of the river, foraging, into the wind, Chico completely unaware . . .