Three nights ago an owl was hooting in the woods across from the Snug Cafe in the evening and again in the morning. The next morning it was heard about 100 meters up the road, still a solitary owl and then the who-who came from near where I was sleeping in Crippen Park. Last night it was heard again, this time though a matching call was made a few hundred meters away and there must have been a match, all is silent this morning.
Except for at the Snug itself, the woman named “Ai” is hard at work getting the coffee ready for people having an early morning start on the day waiting for the next ferry to show up. Only the kitchen lights are on and the OPEN sign is off, but as usual a good number of people walk up and try the door to no avail. I’ve already cleaned up (in the ferry washroom this am), and with all the dry weather and little dew can sit on the picnic tables in front. listening to her play hard rock and roll music and filling the food prep containers.