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Sunday June 07, 2009

Dave Bonta June 7, 2009

The cerulean warbler sounds rushed as always. A chipmunk watches me for ten minutes, stationed like a sentry on the rock next to the porch.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged cerulean warbler, chipmunks
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