Some birds gotta fly, but not this cormorant. He just likes to stretch. It's Sunday for him, too.
Meanwhile, our neighbors like to paddle the local swan to each other's place when it's time to borrow a cup of sugar.
Rebecca and I are not just bird watchers. We like looking at the girls going by on their paddle-thingies.
Back in Noe Valley, the place formerly known as our home has truly become a job site.
|Am I the only one who thinks this looks like a great place to bury something? Or someone?|