I went home and reveled in the beauty of my front yard tree.
And resolved to go back today. To get a better photograph. But the snow had come and the pelicans were gone.
Disappointed, I returned home. As I began to walk from my garage to my back door, I hear a riot of birdsong. There were birds in the trees, in the bushes, at the bird-feeders. And the squirrels of course.
And there on the trunk of my back yard tree, an exquisite little bird posing for my camera.
So. Dorothy was right. There's no place like home.