First, my disclaimer: 1) I am worse than an amateur photographer—my skills are an affront to photography; 2) I was inside the house, looking out; and 3) the windows are both dirty and coated in fresh pollen, as is every square inch of the deck, deck chairs, deck furniture, etc. With that as an introduction, I took the photos that follow this afternoon; a roadrunner with his lunch in his beak.
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