In this Church, I’m a bird of pray. Open to Hymn 426.
“Be afraid, Be very afraid, snail.”
As my pal Humphrey Bogart put it, there is more to talking than just words.
Escargot again. I wish she’d learn to cook some new dishes.
Get real, will you. Do I really look like a Thanksgiving leftover? I think NOT.
Here’s looking at you, Kid!
Psst, Psst. Hey snail, over here. Want to see something interesting?
Turn right at the fourth tree, that’s where you’ll find those sneaky snails.
The star is here, the show can go on! Thank you, thank you!
As you know, all of my photos are taken from my backyard which overlooks a wetland. For those who have ever considered living with birds (or photographing them) the home next door to ours, with the same view is now for sale by its owner: https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/10372-SW-Ligustrum-Dr-Port-Saint-Lucie-FL-34987/251240270_zpid/.
You’ve got to ask yourself a question: ‘do I feel lucky?’ Well, do ya, Snail?