A short stop?

Welcome, infrequent flyers.

As my dear wife Karen and I were accomplishing work around the front yard, activity across the way caught my eye.

Long-necked visitors had taken up on the front lawn of the town offices.

My neighbor was in his driveway as well, looking them over. We agreed it was the first time we’d seen the gaggle over there, what with our lake snippet just down the block and all.

Maybe they’re stopping over on their journey south, I thought.

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