Whilst ambling to the local Target on a Sunday stroll, I perchanced to walk under the overhang of a neighboring retailer. The ground was greatly splattered with excreta, obviously from a member of the avian species. It was dangerous territory.
Upon looking up, one could see nothing. Therefore, much to my surprise and that of my rambling partner, we were stopped in our tracks on the return trek when an approaching cyclist halted in front of us and stared. ”See him?”
Our eyes followed his line of sight to a cozy little nook with an owlet, species unknown. The gentlemen said he’d been eyeing this little one with his mother for quite some time. It was precious.
As my MIL always says, ”It was a little razzle dazzle in the day!”