Taking water temperatures off Turtle Point this morning, I also checked on Chubby. At first I thought she had left, since I couldn’t spot her from the bearberry hill overlook, and I so noted in my log. But in the distant tidal flats I saw two large red objects which seemed suspicious. I decided to investigate.
After a plodding, slogging, serpentine trek through the mud flats, I discovered these objects were bags filled with oysters collected from Fresh Brook.
But on the way back to the shoreline, I nearly tripped over Chubby as she lay still and hidden in a marsh hollow.
She was alert enough to react to my presence, but she continued wheezing and her breaths were labored. I also saw slight traces of dried blood on the rim of her nostrils.