Fifth year for Islamorada and the festival.
On the first full day, we went to the Diving Museum and then, looking for manatees, to a fishermen's marina. Too windy, no fishing, no fish, no marine life. But, the pelican, it came. Hoping against hope that we'd be throwing something his way, he stayed.
We enjoyed.
What a Poser!
And another bird, smaller, and with a beautiful song, came to serenade me as I wrote this.
