My morning commute is special. It's like my own personal tour de france, as I ride my bike up hills, hills and more hills, fly down hills, pass the farm called "Flying Bird Farm" and feel exhilarated as little birds fly out in front of me and my bike and I also feel like I'm flying with them. It's hard work but I'm enjoying the scenery.
These photos were from my Friday morning commute. It's at Flying Bird Farm. The cows were all "Mooove along now." Because they're protective of the babies, of which there are about six, but I didn't really even count. Duncan is pretty purdy.
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if only my morning commute was so beautiful!
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