In this Church, I’m a bird of pray. Open to Hymn 426.
“Be afraid, Be very afraid, snail.”
Escargot again. I wish she’d learn to cook some new dishes.
Here’s looking at you, Kid!
Hey, Charlie Brown, this is how a kite is supposed to fly.
If you or someone you know loves birds as I do, the home next door to ours, with the same view, is on the market by it owner. Details can be found here: https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/10372-SW-Ligustrum-Dr_Port-Saint-Lucie_FL_34987_M57243-35804. We hate to see our neighbors leave, but we hope the new neighbors love the birds as much as we all do.
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?
I float like a butterfly and eat snails like a hungry Frenchman, no stinging bees here.