Foggy at dawn. When I open the door, a Carolina wren zips out of the old hornets’ nest under the porch roof and disappears into the lilac.
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Foggy at dawn. When I open the door, a Carolina wren zips out of the old hornets’ nest under the porch roof and disappears into the lilac.
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It’s good to see that the migration paterns of the Bontasorus has completed another cycle.
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Yes, and one of these times I’ll have to fly into Newark (instead of JFK) and take the Greyhound over to Easton so I can visit you guys, instead of staying at some random Airbnb in New York.