…and sitting on a cement beam below the foot bridge at McKinney. She’s only visible between the slats of wood, so like last year, I had to squat down and shove the camera lens through the opening to get a picture. Was only able to take one shot and then my camera died. Adding to the spring-like atmosphere, a guy was playing his flute in the rose garden. No, this is not a euphemism…he had an actual flute and the music he was playing was kind of jazzy. Very, very nice. I wonder if the birds recognized, or even appreciated his songs. I sure did.