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Thursday January 28, 2021

Dave Bonta January 28, 2021

Bitter cold. Clouds hide the sunrise, but the crows still herald it. The squirrels appear to be staying in their nests.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged clouds, cold, crows, gray squirrel, sunrise
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