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Tuesday February 28, 2017

Dave Bonta February 28, 2017

Sun gleams on the rain-damp leaf duff. In the blue sky, a grackle cackles. Blue jays jeer. The lilac limbs are beginning to blush green.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged blue jays, common grackle, lilac
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