This is an overhead view looking down from a spotting tower.
They walk around on water, as long as the water has enough vegetation they can stand on.
That big yellow foot with the long toes distributes their weight.
They’re a southern thing.
There were gators at Brazos Bend State Park.
But now we’re home safe and sound at Sandpipers.
57 years. That’s 20,805 days that we’ve been able to say goodnight and stay together, wake up together; what we could only imagine for the thousand days before.
She bathes her. She brushes her, talks to her, cuddles her, takes her for walks, and gives her treats. Yet, for no apparent reason, she’s a daddy’s girl. Wherever I go, she wants to go too. Whenever I stop moving, she’s right there.
I get to set it up however suits the day.
Another day in the neighborhood.
