Thank God for Sundays, otherwise I'm not so sure my house would ever be clean. Today, as a team, we tackled our weekly chores to the best of our abilities. We power-washed the house (and our neighbors patio), cut the grass, hung some shelves in the bedroom, vacuumed, cleaned the hardwood floors, tackled a few loads of laundry, and then made our way to my parents house to help them with a few renovations they've been working on. Today I am thankful for Sundays.
While I was moving the furniture off the porch so Bubba could get to the porch with the power-washer a rather large bird caught my eye at the end of our pier. I'm used to have the hundreds of seagulls gawking at me in the mornings, but something seemed a little different about this bird. So I grabbed my zoom lens and went to investigate. Now I can't be positive, but I'm pretty sure what we had on our hands was a brown pelican. Please excuse the blown-out quality of the photos, but the angle of the sun made it hard to get a decent shot. Oh, and did I mentioned there were two? One larger bird at the end of our pier, and a smaller more reserved pelican that wasn't in the mood to move in any way, shape or form to the left of our pier.