I can’t think why I’d been baking when we were camping at the San Clemente State Park on the beautiful southern California coast just south of Los Angeles but the scent of ginger had caught the attention of the local residents.
Where is that delicious smell coming from?
Down there somewhere!
Ingrid’s photo of a black vulture reminded me of this poem I had stashed away:
Vinnie the Vulture posed for me in the parking lot of the Everglades National Park. Look at that face. Adorable may be over the top but you have to admit he is kind of cute!
My followers are discriminating.
One could almost say they were hating,
All ‘gators and snakes.
Slimy things from a lake,
Score low on their animal rating.
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To die at the hand of a bear,
Or anything else with hair,
Is a preferable fate,
So strong is their hate.
They’d happily hide in his lair.
I introduce Harvey my friend.
He’s cuddly and docile to tend.
I liked him on sight.
He wouldn’t dare bite.
Do you think that I am ‘round the bend?