As my nearly three year old niece would say, “my running away.”  I slipped off from hubby and pups to catch the last hour of sun.  With a breeze and fishermen making my inlet an imperfect location for shooting (and relaxing), I headed to the Small Island (as opposed to the Big Island, apparently) that is home to an osprey nest and is nearby this fallen tree that I decided would be a great place to spend an afternoon.  Soon, maybe, I will paddle out there for half a day and rejoice in the beauty of sun, wood, bird poop…..