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Wednesday September 06, 2017

Dave Bonta September 6, 2017

I cede the porch to the hornets and sit under the portico. The view: a garden full of weeds, a least flycatcher landing briefly on an aster.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged asters, bald-faced hornet, least flycatcher
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    January 19, 2017

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    January 19, 2014

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    January 19, 2012

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