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We came home from springtime in the south to THIS.
I asked the computer to make me a picture of our little house on the frozen lake. This is what we have. And it looks exactly like our house! Except ours is two stories and not this natural wood color, and we have neighbors and we don't have those tall trees. And we have a road. Other than that.
When we returned the people here were very inconsiderate and had snow and cold weather for us.
Spring will be here soon. And we will see the flowers again and the butterflies will return. The birds will build their nests. Pam will be in her garden and the world will be as it should.
Have a nice weekend.
This was a small bird. I looked it up to identify it correctly and I couldn't figure out what kind of Egret it is. I am thinking it is a juvenile whose legs have not darkened. And it was 12 - 28 inches tall.
The lens on the camera was 200 - 500 mm and so I could get on him pretty well as he was close to the shore. The point being the image appears a lot bigger than the bird actually was.
Eventually he walked away and then maybe he flew because I didn't see him after my attention turned to the sun coming up over the horizon.
This area we are now in has a lot of fishing and seafood trapping.
Here the bouys fall from on top of crab traps to the ground.
This was a narrow road that dissapeared in the distance with trees on both sides. Down a ways were goats on the side of the road outside the fence. We stopped and looked at the goats. Our stopping to take this picture and the looking at the goats got the farmer's attention because he began to call the animals and they all started running for the barn. Apparently he fed them and that call made them come
I took this picture this morning (Feb 25, 2023). It was difficult because a swarm of biting nats, found me. I wanted to leave but I wanted to stay.
Stay won.
I'm still itching.
Bamboo grows well in Florida. It is foreign to those of us who grew up in the farm country of America. But it is wonderful.
The sound of the waterfall the dance of light on the bamboo makes for a place we could go and sit for a long time.
Our little camper is aluminum... like this one. But we are a bit closer to home.
Unlike this one we are not on a foreign planet.
We are in someone's back yard camping for a week. Normally we come to Florida and visit with my Aunt and her kids (my cousins). But my Aunt passed this summer. They are letting us "camp" in her back yard. We have her house for our showers and whatever we want. We have "full run" of the house... but all of our wonderful "stuff" is in the camper.
Anywho... it is different way of "camping".