Saturday, August 29, 2015


The young catbirds are gorging on these berries. They don't care if I watch.
And speaking of berries,   the white footed mouse most likely was up in the hawthorn tree, got a berry, slipped, fell, hit a rock, dead as a dodo. No sign of wound, just dead by side of path. Little mouse. Never dropped lunch. Great ears.
         Turned it over using a stick to better see the ears. Rigor mortis had already set in.

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