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Saturday March 28, 2015

Dave Bonta March 28, 2015

A dusting of snow. Three song sparrows are trying to out-sing each other, and the tall black locust at the woods’ edge creaks with ice.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black locust, snow, song sparrow
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