I have a thing for feathers.
A storm was brewing. We finished picking up things, just in time.
Meanwhile, down by the glades...
wild things slither.
The wild thing.
Dirty, rotten things.
I love this photo!
The rotting - vultures were feasting on this fish soup. It smelled like the devil went fishing and had a field day.
Black beauty shot!
Other things, were petite and pretty.
Some things smelled nice.
There were creepy-crawly things.
And unusual things. Is this a Caracara?
Things really are wild in these parts.
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