Every year in August 1 or 2 birds come to stay in our harbor for a day. Usually young birds, bold and fearless. This year our neighbor was the chosen one. (He got the poop!) Fine with me, his white shiny yacht makes for a better background 😉
This one must have been the first bird ever to catch a frog in our filthy salt-water basin. Heavy rains brought all sorts of river-stuff down. The ducks had a party as well
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