Ah, here we have a peaceful glimpse of the Canada geese taking a quiet, leisurely swim along the shores of Queens Creek before retiring for the evening.
They're unhurried and relaxed, slowly absorbing the sights and relishing what's left of the day.
Below is the heron, who isn't exactly relaxing or savoring the remains of the day. His laser-beam focus is on a very serious mission that does not entail lollygagging or admiring this or that or winding down for the night.
He's in search of food--food he will not slowly savor but swallow whole before resuming his search for more.
Next up, we have this particular
|Here he displays his superior (?) intelligence.|
|Here he shows his impeccable attention to oral hygiene. |
(Click on the photo if you can't see the grass hanging out. Beady-eyed thing.)
|He's tired of pretending any longer. His true self festers beneath the facade.|
Finally, he can contain himself no longer.
[Insert the sounds of snakes, goblins, devils, demons, fire, explosions, witches cackling, fingernails on chalkboard, glass breaking, and any other awful sound you can imagine]
Click here and here for the sounds that came from Gustav after this hideous hiss.
Click here and here and even here for what slipped from my mouth.
That's all, folks.