The ice was still on the lake this morning. Oscar and Myrtle returned this past week. They flew by, only to swim around the point from the other bay. In the middle of our chat, Oscar took off, only to return, quaking loudly. Oliver, ever the busy boy, was on guard.
This is my precious Oliver, who was killed by a car last month. He loved the lake.
j3nnyj1ll 7 months ago