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Living the coastal life on a salt marsh comes with many perks. Sitting on the back deck at sunset sipping wine and watching the majestic birds tops that list.
A great egret flew low over the water, its massive wings casting shadows on the marsh grass. Slightly smaller than his great blue heron cousin, his wing span reaches five-and-a-half feet.
His flight is effortless in the breeze, barely any movement needed to stay aloft as he soars toward us.
As he approaches the end of our yard, we grow silent, mesmerized by his majestic grace. Benefitting from a rising thermal of warm air, he gains altitude as he banks in an arching turn over the pool.
At this point, we receive a reminder of Mother Nature’s humor. She enthralls us with her magic, and then reminds us of her gritty function.
Pilot to bombardier—Target approaching.
Bombardier to pilot—Target locked.
Pilot to bombardier—Fire at will.
Bombardier to pilot—Bombs away.
As I mentioned, these are big birds. They’re capable of big, er, production.
This explains how I decided the pool needed cleaning one winter evening as I sipped my wine on the back deck.
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Three sisters live with their mother in isolation from the world without any of the modern niceties we’re all accustomed to. When the youngest child falls ill, mom leaves to take her to the nearest town for help, but they never return. As the days turn to weeks and then months, the two sisters grow desperate. When a stranger arrives, they escape only to stumble upon a secret hidden from them for their whole lives.
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Gratuitous Dog Picture
Nothing says brotherly love nearly as well as a good morning chomp. His Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey demonstrates his sibling care upon his little brother Roscoe, who is doing his best to escape the affection.
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Roscoe is saying-“Please I KNOW you love me Typhoon BUT don’t be SO loving”!!
Great photo!
Run Roscoe Run!!
Stop biting my ear