Cole...Off the Pole

Within 10 minutes of arriving for this morning's sunrise, I was hoping that I had my blip of the day. I was honed in on this anhinga, just waiting for him to fly off into the sunrise. I never realized how low they have to go before taking off. This picture is the 4th in the sequence. It was dip-dipper-dippest...then GO!

In the Extras, is my fish market nemesis. It's Diesel, the dastardly, far-from-demure, diabolical, dissolute, demonic dock dog. Just like at an airport, I patiently wait for the birds to arrive and depart, but old Diesel...he arrives and clears the docks with his running and barking. He is what you would call a bird dog...and not in a good way. (Actually, I like to see him show up. After he scatters the birds, he comes up to me for a nice chest rub.)

Just like the anhinga, the time is swiftly approaching for us to take off and go home to Michigan. Probably in another week.