One-Hundred and Seventy-Nine. Ever On Patrol.

One-Hundred and Seventy-Eight. The First of the Gladioli.

One-Hundred and Seventy-Seven. Bella.

One-Hundred and Seventy-Six. Like a Dream.

One-Hundred and Seventy-Five. Billows.

One-Hundred and Seventy-Four. I'm Allergic...To Huuuumans.

One-Hundred and Seventy-Three. Fat Cat.

One-Hundred and Seventy-Two. My Very Own Dragons.

One-Hundred and Seventy-One. Hawking for Dinner.

This is the Scissor-tailed Flycatcher. These birds are pretty fascinating to watch. They will sit on a perch for some time to scope out their prey, or hawk insects. Then suddenly they will fly in random patterns to snatch up insects out of the air. The pattern is so wild and unpredictable that I could not get a picture, or video, of the act. So, I waited for him to come back to his perch and wait for more insects to arrive. Not only did this flycatcher swoop and swerve for me to enjoy, but he sang me a little song.

One-Hundred and Seventy. Yucca Monster (aka. Inside Joke).

One-Hundred and Sixty-Nine. Dance by the Light of the Moon.

One-Hundred and Sixty-Eight. Someone's Been Spotted.

One-Hundred and Sixty-Seven. Yellow.

One-Hundred and Sixty-Six. Fungus.

One-Hundred and Sixty-Five. Mimosa, Anyone?

One-Hundred and Sixty-Four. Eggplant in the Making.

One-Hundred and Sixty-Three. Birds of a Feather.

One-Hundred and Sixty-Two. Red Explosion.

One-Hundred and Sixty-One. Green Delicious.

One-Hundred and Sixty. The Gentle Giants.

One-Hundred and Fifty-Nine. I Spy with My Little Eye.

One-Hundred and Fifty-Eight.The British Airmen.

These are the graves of the 15 British Airmen that died in training for WWII at my town's airport. The ages ranged from 17 to 31.

One-Hundred and Fifty-Seven. Jerry.

One-Hundred and Fifty-Six. Fat Lip Faker.

One-Hundred and Fifty-Five. The Grackle's Nest.

One-Hundred and Fifty-Four. In Bloom.

One-Hundred and Fifty-Three. Feet.