The Gift

This is a tale with many roads, rodes, Rhodes...
Rode my bicycle to the river (1) where I sat on a towel on my beach (see extra) looking out across the river *  Soon I sensed another being with me on the sand.  I glanced to my right and saw a roadrunner (Rhodes Junior?) five feet away looking across the river, two sensient beings enjoying the view.  I whispered to my fair fowl friend that I thought s/he was very fine.  S/he seemed quite at home and not a bit shy.  Eventually, though, s/he skittered away, and I rode home on the bike trail, the road, and the sidewalk.

*Note to self: Next time bring large plastic bag and gloves to collect the flotsam trash.