
I went out for an after supper stroll to the lake front the other day with my sister, Katja, my husband, Walid, and our friend, Sue. It was a warm, calm evening. At the overpass we stopped to admire the colours of the sky and because he was so well camouflaged at first we didn't notice him standing so still.

But there he was. Out fishing for a late evening snack of crayfish.

Look closely, there's his partner. Looking lakewards at sundown, dead center of the photo.

Like a dowager.
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