Something met its end on the lane last night, nothing left but a mess of feathers. To hazard a guess, a young turkey or pheasant. Perhaps the responsible party is one of the coyotes that regularly leave their, um, calling cards in the center of the lane.
I saw a baby rabbit in the yard and wondered, "Am I going to eat you when you grow up?"
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Looking up the terraces toward the west fenceline, with a red wing blackbird on the wire:
This morning we got 16 tons of sand to augment the beach. Some assembly required.