I believe this bird with the pink beak and brown feathers is a juvenile white ibis. When they mature they become all white, like humans I guess, I reflect ruefully considering the color of my beard. The ibis and my camera faced off while Cheyenne got busy in the bushes. The idea that my Yellow Labrador would frighten wildlife is rather ludicrous when you have seen her in action, or lack thereof. Key Deer mosey up to her as she clears up some nourishing debris and she ignores them completely. This guy shambling down the shoulder of Highway One steered a wide course on his journey to I don't know where.I was put in mind of the lobster pots (craw fish pots if you're from Maine) when I saw this elaborately decorated mailbox. I think letter carriers are the most patient people on earth when I consider all the permutations on Inspector general Approved mailboxes. Garythetourist likes cloudscapes so here's another one. There are a fair number of homes for sale around the islands and quite a few are by owner. I guess it makes sense to try to sell a place and save the costs of the commission but in these times I believe more than ever a professional realtor who knows their business can give sensible advice. A lot of people think their homes are worth 2005 prices.Maybe they are. I'd like to see higher house prices but I bet in a year from now they will be lower than they are today. It's hard to imagine banks will suddenly start lending their hoarded taxpayer monies to the public to buy houses. And the homes they have foreclose don are being sold at land sale prices to speculators with cash, so the free markets, it seems to me, dictate even more screwing of the middle classes.On that happy note I must say I liked the shape of this house as unusual as it is. I'm not sure I'm cut out for life in a roundhouse.Spanish Main, pointing south across Cudjoe Key.