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June 28, 2009

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lanea

And now the song that has lived in my head off and on for nigh on a decade, sung to and by one friend's child after another, has taken up residence again . . .
Robin red-breast
Crow flying high!
Nuthatch hopping all aroudn the tree
Chickadeedeedeedeedeeeee-e!
Caw, caw, caw, caw
Chickadeedeedee, Chickadeedeedee, Chickadeedeedee, Chickadeedeedee.

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