Breakfast Flyover

THURSDAY. Some nice folks flew over our home this morning to say hello. We invited them in for tea, but they declined and continued their flight. The neighborhood dogs barked insanely. Hot air balloons announce their arrival with the distinct sound of propane burners firing intermittently for a few seconds at a time. It's a sound canines find irresistible. They have no choice. They must bark.




We waved goodbye as they disappeared to the southeast.


For those interested, I discovered a most informative Wikipedia article on hot air ballooning. It's fascinating!