Bad Night?

The Bean and I walked between endless rosemary bushes, over clumps of wild thyme, over the rust red earth, through the wild purple iris. The air thick with smells of herbs. Sort of the mediterrenean version of being in "Cider with Rosie."
The sun is hot, the sky shining blue and we saw over two hundred birds flying in a crazy formation. I have no idea what they were.
Oh...and I think I have a tooth on the blink. Please nooooooo.