It’s the tail end of migration down here in south Florida, so naturally I went to Spanish River Park: the best birding park in all of Boca Raton, and one of the best in the entire area, for a bit of relaxation. However, I left my binoculars at home. This, after all, was not a birding trip, but a way to burn off some energy outdoors until other members of the household could join us at a more civilized hour for, say, breakfast. So, to pass the time, Eric and I found a playground. I think he had fun, don’t you?
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