Ken and I got three hours in the sun, today, fishing around Ashbridges Bay. I was hoping that we might encounter some rock bass or pike. That didn't happen, but one of The Boy's friends came along, and his dad joined us. It was a fine time in a sheltered location, soaking in some sunshine and watching the "Buffleheads" (arctic birds here for the winter) do some final fishing before pushing off. The birds are really striking, with two-tone patterns and sexual differences such as long tail feathers on the (I'm going with "boys") and white heads on the others. It was so nice that half the afternoon slipped by in a twinkling.