From Santa Barbara.
Santa Barbara has the most beautiful weather anywhere. Except when I am there and it rains.
Even so, it was glorious. And because my flight did not leave until late, I had a chance to walk to the wharf and view the birds.
Of course, the really neat thing about this . . .
. . . is . . .
. . . that I got to see them viewing me, viewing them.
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