Certainly not fly fishing, but a lot of fun!
A horrendous storm blew through here this last Sunday, toppling a dove (mourning) nest from the tree in the front yard. Momma dove must have felt safe in our yard because she ensconced her two babies on the seat of the rocking chair on our front porch. She flies in regularly to feed them, and they spend their days huddled up together,( pooping like crazy!), in the safety of the rocking chair! The don't seem to mind my standing at the widow watching them ... but I'm certinly not getting much done around the house.
Trouts don't live in ugly places.
A friend is not who knows you the longest, but the one who came and never left your side.
Don't look back, we ain't goin' that way.