September 17th 2016

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turning
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Somewhere in the nearby woods we have a barred owl. Mostly once or twice in a day, and sometimes at night, we’ll hear its whooping bellow. And sometimes during the winter it will sit just a few feet outside our back door, perched next to the feeder. I’ve seen a few mice and shrew disappear that way.
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316 September 17th 2016 | bottlecap
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