|Roadside scenery on the way home from work.|
|How could one not stop for spoonbills?|
I could not resist.
The Jeep rolled to a stop on the skinny road shoulder and I stepped out expecting them to fly away, but the just kept preening, yawning, and quietly honking in a nasally, ibissy way.
|Oh, and there was stretching too.|
|Today, if they are there, I will have to resist the call of the pink.|
It's that time again ...
I'm off to my high school class reunion.SAHS Class of 1976, I'll see you at the White Lion for happy hour.