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| Cloudy, quiet, magical Thursday, not many people. Everything calm. Except at berry trees where birds were gorging. If they knew how. The juveniles stared. The adults ate. Baby starling knew this was something, but not what to do with it. |
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| Young robin was pretty much the same. Lots of staring. I guess plucking has to be learned. |
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| Catbirds don't usually sit still and pose. |
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| Ah, the feed-me flap. |
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| Also calm and quiet, the black headed night heron...... |
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| tapping toe |
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| This will never happen again, same space as heron, a red-eyed vireo came over and studied me. I whispered, "I love you". It stayed a while. Totally gorgeous and sweet. I love cloudy days. |
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