The wind has been howling from the north these days as the colder air marches in. On the Chesapeake Bay this also means extra low tides. The water literally blows out of the Bay in to the Atlantic ocean when the north wind works its charms. The boat rides low, the boarding ramp tilts, and the spits of sand around the marina expose all sorts of treasures.
Each morning Zach runs out to see who's been treading along the shore. A heron? A horseshoes crab? A dog?
Carefully pull it free, and voila!