Friday . . . another perfect day.

It seems we've attracted some regular visitors each morning. The doves are less timid than the mockingbird, but all seem to like crumbs from Vernon's bread. The mockingbird is a true delight. Always ready to perch on the telephone pole across from the balcony and sing his heart out.

Just can't stay away from the beach . . . .

And of course, bar-b-q. Something we don't normally do in the middle of February, mostly coz it's buried . . .

. . .back home!