131/365.

Happy Birthday, Marie Hutlas.
You are remembered, missed and celebrated.

53/365.

The day after I dedicate a post to birds...

They poo on me.

For the record, there was not a tree close enough for my winged friends to perch and scheme; no, only blue sky above (as shown).
And yet, they found me.
It was more than one dropping, just to be clear.

I guess this is what Texan bird poo looks like. Interesting composition.

52/365.

Today was for the birds.

Here's a song about this bird.

Here's a song about this bird.

Just something about the ones that fly.