Voices are low.
Most of the heads are gray or balding, with a smattering of children here and there. The autumn sun's heat is waning. As if on cue, a huge blue heron with wings fully expanded and flying low, buzzes the crowd while emitting a startling long, loud heron hello. The gathering of people stare out at Holiday Isle across the harbor, as the slowly moving water mirrors the gulls gathering overhead. In front of the spectators hangs a large hook attached to a big, lighted scale.