For the past few weeks "She Who Must Not Be Named" and I have been traveling along the East Coast, and everywhere we have gone it has felt as if we were trapped inside a Hitchcock movie.
A lonely red tail keeps watch along the roadside.
Migrating Canada geese, just one of dozens of flocks that overflew us that afternoon.
Another, much smaller, flock overflew the parking lot. Noisy critters, they are.
A couple flocks of Canada geese circled over this field, but the Snow Geese had already taken possession of it.
An immature snowy egret takes wing right in front of us.
A pair of pelicans cruising by.
A snakebird dries its wings after a quick dip.
Here we are really in Hitchcock territory. At sundown flocks of crows fight for the best perches.
The winnahs!!!!
A lonely red tail keeps watch along the roadside.
Migrating Canada geese, just one of dozens of flocks that overflew us that afternoon.
Another, much smaller, flock overflew the parking lot. Noisy critters, they are.
A couple flocks of Canada geese circled over this field, but the Snow Geese had already taken possession of it.
An immature snowy egret takes wing right in front of us.
A pair of pelicans cruising by.
A snakebird dries its wings after a quick dip.
Here we are really in Hitchcock territory. At sundown flocks of crows fight for the best perches.
The winnahs!!!!
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