Como Lake, 7 a.m.

He looks so small out there on the ice! But trust me, he was gigantic. (Click on the picture to get a better, though grainy, view.)

I watched him fly in and land on the ice, and then, after a few minutes, fly out again. (Bald eagles have wing spans of six to eight feet--watching him take off is an impressive sight.)

Dogs oblivious as usual, snuffling and sniffing and trolling for contraband.

You can't live your life staring at the ground! I told them. Look up! Look up!

At that moment, Boscoe found a piece of bark or a goose turd or, who knows, a bagel or a hamburger. Whatever it was, he was too busy chewing to answer me.