Sunday after dinner.

Why is it that Sunday afternoons always turn out to be terrific, weatherwise, just when all the cottagers have to head back home to the city. Sucks to be them. What a pity.

Anyway, here's what they missed.

Ruby throated hummingbirds at the feeder.

 Retired folks with their dogs cruising by in their antique boats.

Baby buck having dinner.

Baby buck having dessert after dinner of newly planted plants.
Not mine.
They belong to a neighbour who has gone back to the Big Smoke.

More retried folks out for an evening cruise.

The only ones left behind to enjoy this lovely Sunday evening are us and a couple of geese floating in the bay.

Sigh.
Does it get any better than this?