Mini-post, of birds and bikes.

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These birds captured my attention, so I stopped on a bike ride as I was traveling North toward Lake Ponchartrain on the west ("upriver") side of City Park.
White Ibis gathering, January 2020
Carol and I are for the most part keeping warm but sometimes doing so requires special equipment:
I could use better blood flow to my fingers, but this helps.  31 days to Mardi Gras
Thanks as usual for your interest.

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