Three days a week Bob goes to physical therapy, I drive him; while he's inside, I take a long walk, usually an hour, plus.
Today I heard what sounded like gobble gobble gobble, and I knew we had no wild turkeys around here. I looked up, and saw this flock of mallard ducks. There were hundreds of them.
They were so loud, I heard them before I could see them; and I could hear them after they passed overhead, for about another half mile, at least.
Because of the sun, the first three photos really were "point and shoot".
Bob is making good progress. The important thing to me, is the fact that he hasn't had any setbacks. I think he'll be back to normal by April or May.
Be well and do good,