This morning I took Emily to school and was driving home by way of the post office when I spotted this flock of pelicans in our community pond. They floated about in their little group, seemingly oblivous to the rain. When the weather is nicer and they are more active, it's fun to watch them, performing like synchronized swimmers. They swim about in their group, all facing the same direction, perfectly choreographed moving to the right and then to the left. Sometimes they arrange themselves in a circle, all facing the center and in one motion they dunk their heads in the water, bottoms up, and all come up together at the same time. I like to picture them with little flowered swimming caps on their heads, straps hooked under their chins, like little Ethel Mermans.
After a while, I guess even the pelicans grew tired of the rain. I'm sure the rubber ducky was glad to have the place to himself:) And here's an aside. In trying to amuse you all with a clever name for a "flock" of pelicans (there isn't one, it's just a flock of pelicans) I did learn that in general, a group of birds on the ground is a flock, and a group of birds in the air is a flight. Class adjourned.