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Saturday November 16, 2013

Dave Bonta November 16, 2013

Two squirrels circle warily beside the road. A third crosses the stream with a walnut between its teeth and seeing them, takes to the trees.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black walnut, gray squirrel, stream
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