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Mumbling to myself while rain comes up the valley
Friday, November 15, 2013
A Small Sadness
Walking into the house I found this egg unbroken on the ground. I suppose that it was stolen from a nest and then dropped in a chase. It was cold, dead, but beautiful. Its life is now snuffed out. A parent disappointed.
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Edward Hunter Reserve
A walk through Edward Hunter Reserve on a balmy summers day.
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