Traveler, reader, scuba diver, miniaturist, occasional vacuumer and happiest person I know for no apparent reason (which is arguably the best kind of happy).
We love the Presidents but we'd rather avoid that dude. Stand aside, son. You're blocking the way to Ben's Chili Bowl. And no, we don't know where Tom was. That might've sealed the deal. .
Mama osprey watched us closely. Two rather scraggly babies were tucked behind her in the nest. The family waited impatiently for Papa osprey, who had just returned from his mid-morning hunt with a large fish. Papa perched atop a nearby post while finishing his share of the fish. The babies were quiet, but Mama called persistently (and piercingly) for what seemed like a very long time, wanting to feed the babies - and get a chance to stretch her own wings and maybe find a fish for herself.