Springtime and the birdies come easy. It’s the time of year when the sweet sound of birdsong tickles my eardrums as the sun rises and shines me way too early. But the early bird gets the best bird ...
There was the year when all I saw were owls. One whose wings spread wide as it soared overhead while I trudged down High Drive in Bear Creek Park, its daytime appearance surprising me. And the ...
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