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‘Quit it.

Quit Betsy had flown in from Chicago. Matt was from somewhere else that was distant, and I had driven two

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Goose Chase

Rachel and Sam and I had been driving all morning looking for migratory waterfowl when the phone buzzed…  “PINK FOOTED

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Boreal Owl

Dave motioned for quiet as we approached the nest box in his back yard.  When he got to the spruce

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Green Jays

Jays are “just right” birds.  They aren’t the twittery little puffballs that sew dresses for Cinderella.  At the same time,

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