The View from Point Alexander

When I set out on my morning paddle, I never know what wildlife I will encounter. On Sunday, I encountered four peregrine falcons having breakfast. On Monday, I encountered Mr. Frog. I subsequently deduced that Mr. Frog's young mistress was camped with her parents a kilometer down the bay. I placed Mr. Frog in the bow of my canoe and paddled to their campsite. I would like to report that when Mr. Frog's mistress spied him she was overjoyed. The reality was that she was completely bewildered.