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A bit of fun finding animals in the city.  There birds are on that lovely fountain in the courtyard of the hospital.


  1. Really fun shot!
    Love the people shots before. ;-)

    1. I am a good long way from being as good as you.

  2. Love how you've captured the water drops from the fountain :D)

    1. It is a fountain would be hard not to get a few in. :-)

  3. I think I will enjoy this series! :-)

    1. But they are not wild animals like your fab shots.

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    1. More than you think. It is filled with rhinos right now.

  5. They look rather haughty peering down their beaks, don't they? As if how dare you splash us. :)

    1. I like this type of bird in real life. They seems to majestic. They carry themselves so well like ballerinas.

  6. I love that courtyard. So wonderful, in winter, to sip coffee in the cafe, and watch the fountain.

    1. I had a nice lunch there while waiting for hubby to emerge from his op.


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