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Wednesday October 21, 2015

Dave Bonta October 21, 2015

The yelling of a crow unable to raise a mob. Sun glints on caterpillar silk strung like abandoned bunting among bare walnut-tree branches.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black walnut, caterpillars, crows, tussock moth caterpillar
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