We took a seaplane rides for a daytrip to Vancouver. Then learned that two planes had crashed in the prior month. Time to do our will (and avoid seaplane rides).
One minute we're feeding a squirrel, next minute we're feeding a friendly l'il raccoon. Next minute we're marauded by a dozen hungry racoons. I withdraw early. I didn't want them to mistake Sasha pram as a food delivery system.