
One of the twins caught this photo of a Peregrine falcon sitting on the mast of an Endeavour 37. It had been chasing a Least tern up and down the channel. With an incredible shriek and ensuing racket, the Peregrine caught the diminutive white tern in his razor sharp talons and disappeared around the condos, to savor his meal in private. The Least tern was now a completely-gone-tern as the falcon digested his evening meal.

I'm sure there's a few other no-no's that they've missed here. Like maybe no wake allowed? no dumping holding tanks? no dockboys allowed?

You can't see it here, but just on the other side of this enclosure are a veritable minefield of dogbombs. I guess someone doesn't like the new ordinance....
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