The second night, all the groups departed,and I soloed it. It was then that I found the true Native groups come out... when the dust had subsided... the quail methodically inspected the sites for tasty debris that was too small for the rambunctious crows. The Turkeys strutted past, airing their domestic disputes... for all to see (Quails...not impressed...said "go to counseling"). The deer bounded over the fences... with an impressive disdain for barriers. And way way way up high, keeping an eye on all, were the Condors. make sure you click on 'read more' for more pics.
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| Doris and Frank |
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| Is there any caption needed? really? |
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| My attempt at a sunset panorama |
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| Here it is...the 'Glamping Wagon' |
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| My view in the morning...no complaints...and no flies |
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