Pine Tree tops stand straight(ish) in the Merritt Island Wildlife Refuge at dusk as the sun was setting. We were on Scrub Jay Trail looking for the Florida Scrub Jay. Frank saw one peak out of the palmettos and we heard them calling all around us, but I think they did it to taunt us since we had our cameras with us. No bird photos this evening unless you want to count the black dots in the the sky. Those were seagulls flying over the Atlantic in the distance beyond the kaleidoscope of colors we were fortunate to witness.
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