Just down the bike trail from the kestrel box there's a starter home vacant. It needs minor repairs and Styrofoam remediation. Good to see it's uncontaminated by cigarette filters.
Near the zip line these neon pink plastic plumes mark a trail. What do they mean? A battle plan for the invasion of Troll Dolls? Revenge of the cosmic badminton birdies?
On a serious note, these photos of a bustling community in a mud puddle. Former coworkers would know all about these snails, and whether I'm seeing baby fish or tadpoles.
Climbing into the Buick after listening to a medley of mockingbird hits, a young man climbing out of his car wished me blessings and kindness. I wished him sunshine. We waved good bye and good day.
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