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Thursday February 26, 2009

Dave Bonta February 26, 2009

I keep hearing fragments of song—winter wren, bluebird, song sparrow—and the usual tight flock of siskins in a walnut tree going zzzzzzip.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged bluebird, pine siskin, song sparrow, winter wren
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