I was taking a break from sewing yesterday around 2pm, reading on the couch, not looking out the window, when I heard the unmistakable breath of a whale next to me. By the time I found my camera or my phone or my iPad or really anything to take his picture he was a way down the island. I had no proof! He was right next to the house and I had no picture to show you. How did he get so close without me seeing him travelling toward me down the shore?

It was really frustrating ‘cause I had been sitting at the sewing machine for four hours. I was sewing sure, but also ever on the look out for something interesting outside the window. There was a pretty Pileated Woodpecker but no whale.

This fellow who has recently visited seems to be bigger than Bobby was. That said, as E pointed out, it has been almost two years since we first met Bobby and if he experimented with sourdough bread like the rest of us during the pandemic he has probably gained weight.

We gave our friend one of E’s wooden snowmen and the children in her life promptly named him Marmalade. A name, I consider to be absolutely brilliant. With the name Marmalade already taken, until we can confirm this new humpack is Bobby, I am going to call

him sneaky Pete

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