The other day, I happened to glance out the back window, and I saw the "Winnebago Wake" hanging out in my backyard...and one bird in particular really got my attention.
With his enormous, magnificent wings spread, he was just...sitting there.
I had enough time to go to the garage, get my camera out of my purse from the car, go back to the window, and take his photo. He hadn't moved a feather.
I guess he was soaking in the sun...perhaps letting the warmth of the sunshine dry and warm his wings.
And I got to thinking...I'm just like that old buzzard. I've "flown" down here to Florida, just to spread my wings a little and soak up the sunshine and the warmth.
Now if only I could really fly back to Kansas City with my own wings, rather than the airlines...as we all know how well THAT went on my way down. Hah.