7/22/2010

Dave Bonta July 22, 2010 2

Two male towhees trade tweets from opposite sides of the yard. At the top of the dead cherry tree, a goldfinch swivels back and forth.

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rob kistner
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I am a birder in the Pacific Northwest, so I appreciated the topic — and the gentle writing…
1. Dave Bonta
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  Thanks, Rob. Glad you like.

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