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Saturday June 06, 2015

Dave Bonta June 6, 2015

A flash of blue as one indigo bunting chases another out of the yard. From within the rock wall, a chipmunk’s hollow tock.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged chipmunks, indigo bunting
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