Our mothers would be so proud. 😦
Our mothers would be so proud. 😦
Sometimes I have no idea how I get so lucky.
Climate change waits for no blogger.
As we came around the curve, a bald eagle landed in the road right in front of us; an opossum clutched in its talons. Upon seeing us, the grand bird flew away, leaving its prey behind. Its wingspan was wider than the lane in which we were driving. It all seemed to happen in slow …
