Just returned home from a belated Father's Day bar-b-que at our son & daughter-in-law's place. Saw our new grandson too!
On our way home, I managed to convince my husband to swing by the location where I had last seen Fyfe this afternoon. We drove down the back alley between the parkade and the roof that Fyfe had spent the day on and as of 9:00 PM, he was still there, perched on the corner of the lower roof. We only stayed a few minutes and he seemed to be still trying to figure out what to do. He was walking around a little bit, looking up and down. But I really don't know if a food drop had been made yet. I told my husband that his getting to see Fyfe up so close, was a belated Father's Day present.