LL and I were picnicking on the deck of our quite luxurious digs at the Post Ranch Inn when this bird – a juvenile Western scrub-jay, according to my handy Sibley Field Guide - swooped down to snag a piece of baguette for himself.
Quite a mouthful. He wrestled it into a more manageable bite before flying off:
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread – and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
C is for cowfish blowing sand from rocky reefs to uncover tasty crab and shrimp. 
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