62° with sunshine ‘n a l’il breeze o’er this way. Kinda decent.
Duh beach is tearin’ up the road in front of the off site pantry I was headin’ to. Cones ‘n barrels ‘n such all o’er. Unlike Buck’s SIL, the wimmen were goin’ sterile. Saw two near hits in right dead in front of me with ‘em tryin’ ta figger out how ta turn left. Decided ta go straight ‘til I got out the mess ‘n go in the back way thru the ‘hood where our former crib is.
T’was a good idea. Since I was there I was gonna check on a wore out osprey nest, but right on the main road thru the place I spied a new one on a transmission tower. Pulled o’er ‘n thought I saw a head. Looked thru the binoculars ‘n there were two heads, one on each bird. They were up there movin’ nest materials around. Waited a good while ta watch ‘em fly but they never did. Too busy, not hungry er sumthin' I guess.
Hope we see some l’il ones come along. I’m pretty sure the folks neighborin' the power line right-of-way don’t.