I was NOT busy between shots and managed to shoot quite a bit higher than 84.
Clearly I need a hobby to occupy my mind between golf shots. Or something. A new swing, and a modicum of talent might help.
The robin below was watching my first shot from the tee as it sailed right and out of bounds...
Then it watched my SECOND tee shot heading out-of-bounds to the left.
Then this same robin expressed its opinion of my golf skill (below) by mooning me!
Obnoxious bird! But instead of FLIPPING it a bird of my own (as I was SO tempted to do), I merely invoked a curse upon it, saying, "May the bluebird of happiness drop a bomb on you as it flies over!"
Just when I thought it might obey my curse, it turned around and mooned me! I was REALLY beginning to feel like Rodney Dangerfield!
The snowy egret (below) was trying to catch a fish for dinner when my NEXT errant shot landed beside it in the water hazard. It quickly departed for Carol's side of the fairway, feeling much safer there.
Determined to get at least ONE birdie, I went for the green in two on a par five, skulled the ball along the ground, and JUST ABOUT got my birdie (killing a robin on the ground). The robin ducked, formed an evil expression on its face, flew up to me, landed on my golf bag, cocked its head, looked me right in the eye and said...
No, this is a family blog. I won't tell you what it said. But this is what it LOOKED like.