I spent five minutes yesterday morning watching the shoreline antics of a mink. The mink was swimming in the shallow water of Georgian Bay in front of my home. It was checking along about 120 feet of shoreline for its breakfast, dancing in that odd humpty backed lope they have over the shoreline rocks and then slipping back into the water and diving under the surface to emerge onto flat rocks just below or just above the surface of the water. The bay was calm yesterday morning. After a bit, the mink brought something up after a dive and carried it into shore. Looked like a small fish. Glad breakfast got caught. I went in to have mine.