Early Sunday morning Tzuri and I stumbled upon these two toasting the advent of a new day.
Cooper Park in Bozeman, Montana
😀 😀 😀
pics & quips from a wandering writer, photographer, professor, reprobate
Early Sunday morning Tzuri and I stumbled upon these two toasting the advent of a new day.
Cooper Park in Bozeman, Montana
😀 😀 😀
Looks like a very different sort of bird.
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Just a couple of old coots, I think. 😀
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There’s more to their story for sure!!
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These are just typical characters out here! 😀
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what’s the rest of this story? E.R. for dessert?!
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The rest of he story is that I asked to borrow their ladder and never returned it. 😀
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Ha! So if I go down there this afternoon they’ll probably still be there!
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If they haven’t tumbled out of the tree by now. 😀
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Perch or roosting site?
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I don’t know but they ain’t spring chickens up there that high!
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They and you and Bozman made my day. [possibly the week, the year. By accident (and a huge discount) I discovered Honey Jack Daniels. Now, Jack and I have been friends for years. A Gauloise (so hard to find these days) and Jack Daniels is, well, something to the tastebuds and soul unequaled. But Honey Jack is like an embrace bu the gods, never to be dismissed as a casual interferance with purist pursuits.
I am thrilled to see people in trees for one thing, look what the wild west still draws to its bosom. That they make an appropiate salute to dawn is fabuloso. That you knew where to find them? a mystical purposefullness that should entirely calm your heart. It makes you Guru, simple as that.
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