Beaks

Beaks pointed left

Beaks pointed right

Beaks pointed up

Beaks pointed down

One could look for weeks

To find this many beaks

 

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BIG GUNS

yellow wildflowers

It was quiet just before sunrise.  My body eclipsed street light reflections on road signs as I passed.  The street was a patchwork quilt of damp spots from overnight rain showers.

Post-vacation letdown was directly tied to vacation enjoyment.  That didn’t make normal routine any easier to take.  Storing luggage, scrubbing love bugs from the front of the family buggy, vacuuming beach sand, only made it worse.

After a week’s stay in a local kennel, Max and Maggie were eager to go for their morning walk.  They didn’t enjoy the beach experience– endless sand and crashing surf.

The good news–Max lost five pounds. I was tired of hearing, “Your dog is too fat.” Then came the inevitable follow-up lecture. I wasn’t stupid–that was the purpose of weight control.

In the coastal southeast, it’s only slightly less humid. Daylight hours are shortened. There’s still another month to go before cooler temperatures are noticeable. Wild sunflowers, goldenrod are ready to bloom.  Fall is not far away.

All things, good and bad, have a beginning and an end.  Memories of summer, good friends, good times, and big guns will soon fade away.

After living here for a decade, I can’t understand why anyone would refuse to visit the beautiful Alabama gulf coast.  For some, the reason could be–vacationing in Florida is more of a status symbol, than Alabama?

Gulf waters don’t stop at state lines.  Sugar white beach sand is the same along the entire gulf coast.  Maybe it’s just as well?  Narrow-minded people don’t belong here–anyway.

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