So I was walking up the dock at 6:00 this morning (yes, people, that really does happen, more often than you might think) and I was engrossed in following The Captain’s footprints in the moisture on the dock. He had left just a bit before me and those little traces of him always make me smile.
Suddenly, his tracks went into a little scuffle/commotion ~ clearly he was stopping to look at something. And there it was:
A goofy little fish that had apparently made a serious misstep in it’s travels. It really was a spectacular one, from a small fish perspective ~ he was quite a distance from the edge. Leaping about, frolicking? Avoiding a larger predator? No idea, but it was not a good day for the little bugger.