11/26/2011

Dave Bonta November 26, 2011 4

Another warm morning. A Carolina wren pops out of the bridal wreath bush like a rabbit from a magician’s hat and ascends the lilac, singing.

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Libby
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Magical.
1. Dave
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  Thanks, Libby.
Dale Favier
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http://koshtra.blogspot.com/2011/11/western-meadowlark.html

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