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Wednesday October 04, 2017

Dave Bonta October 4, 2017

A squirrel on a walnut limb examines each nut but leaves without picking any. In the strong sunlight, the meteor streak of a wasp’s excreta.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black walnut, gray squirrel, wasp
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