Before heading out for a run in brisk 18°F (-8°C) temperature I stopped to check out the sunrise and see if any of the locals had been using my dock for their dining table.
Sure enough, a freshly killed duck was lying on the steps leading from the dock into the water. The meal’s owner wasn’t hanging around and was probably a bit put out that I’d interrupted breakfast. After take a picture or two I left the meal of duck to its owner. I also decided I could wait until it warmed up before I started running.