This morning about 7:30 I glanced out the window and saw dozens of black birds with yellow beaks hopping, flitting, preening on our freshly-mowed lawn. Apparently we are a pit-stop for a migration. I couldn't tell what they were looking for in the realm of snacks. Maybe tiny bugs? Maybe seeds? One enterprising avian appeared to find a real prize. It was desired by several at different times. When my husband, on his way to the diner, investigated, he found it was a baby frog!
What a way to start a Labor Day....
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