TGIF

At the osprey nest I'm watching and loving, the two chicks are flying around and having fun. They seem to consider themselves too old to sleep in the nest, now roosting on the platform the nest sits on. This was live when I first checked in with them this morning:

Don't know at what point they start diving for fish, and I suppose they are driven by instinct and don't need teaching. But apparently they will leave on migration to South or Central America late September or so. 

The garage is closed at Harbour Village, so folks are parking on the marina and walking; what with walking back and forth between car and 7H several times during the day, giving me the amount of exercise I want but only get when compelled as 7H is the farthest point east and south, over a quarter mile each way. 

Still at Breakfast Point, PCB, but 7H is coming along. Floor finished, workers were there yesterday doing plumbing and helping put heavy furniture back in place. We have way too much furniture, five years ago, after an auction having squeezed what was left of a thirteen room house into a three room condominium apartment. There are many little things to be done, and the porch is jammed with extra furniture and boxes of our stuff that was packed up immediately after the hurricane, but closer and closer is good.

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