Their lil ones are their hope. Feathers are their coat. Gobble: what one spoke. One tilts its head (and throat).
(from its mouth to someone).
Some stones seem to float and/or move in midair; images of them had to be shared. They’re like spaceships (flying many a corsair?) As a result they’re receiving a stare.
Maybe this goose chooses to schmooze. This goose welcomes views (and is not a recluse, and does the opposite of vamoose). Morale is what Peruse: improves and boosts. Peruse has confidence, wings wavy cruise, and has no need for an excuse. And when there’s two goose: that’s deuce.
Water with rocks do their impression (of spaceships by way of reflection).
The photo of Buddha is blurry and dusty;
yet the sight of this puppy is surely a must-see.