It tried to hit me with a fish …

The dog had a morning appointment to have her eyes checked, so we got out a little earlier than usual today.  That can be nice -- the streets are filled with commuters who are very much interested in getting where they're going, so it's almost like being out without other people around at all, in a way.

After the vet visit (eyes doing better!), we meandered through HTO Park West, where I saw that the Caledonia is indeed for sale: asking price only $5.5 million US.  So, if you were looking for something to spend your nest egg on, there you go.  I mean, maybe you've had some sort of post-apocalyptic survival-at-sea fantasy thing going on for you.  I'm not judging.

The Caledonia is for sale!

We wandered generally south through the park to the water's edge and I was watching the Western Gap thinking it might be fun to try to get a picture of the ferry crossing and a plane landing at the same time (no go, one or the other for the time I was there):

Looking west, through the Western Gap from Toronto Harbour.

And I was sort of aware of the sound of squabbling seagulls overhead -- but that's just what seagulls appear (to me) to spend most of their time doing, so I wasn't paying much attention until I heard a splat just behind me.  Sure enough one of those bastards had nearly hit me with a fish.

I dislike seagulls more all the time.

I'm honestly not sure what sort of fish that is (was). Sunfish?  A partial perch?  I just can't tell since I know nothing about fish and ... ew, squicky!

Heading back west, along the Spadina wave deck, I saw one of the new five-segment street cars in commission.  They've only re-opened the Queens Quay line this past week (I'm really happy about it -- the busses have been fine, but the street cars are really preferable, if you ask me).  One day they'll take down all the construction fencing and I'll get a better picture.

One of Toronto's new segmented street cars at Spadina and Queens Quay.

Turning back south into the Music Garden, this season's rose hips are pretty much done for:

Nearly-gone rose hips at the eastern edge of the Music Garden.

And I wouldn't ordinarily have put this photo (from the south side of the Gardens) in due to the weird coloration and blur (I dunno what happened but I suspect my batteries are getting low), but I noticed that I'd inadvertently photographed one of the season's last Monarchs hanging out amid the lavender and freshly-planted kales (I don't know what the third flower in there is).  But I was happy to see the butterfly.

A end-of-season Monarch amongst the flowerbeds.