There's a log that's been trapped behind the boat since last spring. The baby ducks like to crash out on it, which is always cool to wake up or come home to. I'm looking forward to meeting the new brood this year.
Anyway, I digress.
There was a young coot sleeping out on it last night, a two legged ball of junior feathers, head tucked under wing.
All there was this morning was a fresh lump of bird shit.
I'm still undecided about watching Jason X later, although it might be worth hanging around for the sleeping bag scene again.
I can't remember any of the good lines from Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.
It was good to see some old friends today.
Tunes: Led Zeppelin: Immigrant Song
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