The Beast and I took a quick trip down to Foster's Island, near the University. I've been calling it Fox Island for just about as long as I can remember. Not sure how that happened. Regardless, the Beast had a tip top time chasing his favorite fowl. He is now sacked out in front of the fireplace. Figures.
The prey has been spotted. Mayhem will soon follow.
Relaxing by the water. This is an acceptable activity since no ducks are in sight.
Smooth water. Where are all the rowers?
