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| Through-the-Windshield Tom |
We're not sure exactly what's goin' on down by the Rio, this year. Not an eagle in site. Nada. Nonetheless, we enjoyed our chicken salad sandwiches and Dunkin' in the glorious surroundings raptors normally call home… and then…
On our way down Plank Road, there they were. Big Toms. Three of them.
Just strutting their stuff.
Just strutting their stuff.
Okay, so they're not baldies; but we take what we can get and thank
Momma Nature.
Momma Nature.
