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... it would be this one. Of course no garden is complete without some fauna. Russ and I both enjoy birding. I know Nonnie (as did her daughter, my Mom) knew her bird calls. A robin, for instance, sounds like a rusty clothesline. As a child growing up in NYC, I mistook the cooing of morning doves for owls until my summers at Camp Cherith in the Adirondacks when I *really* heard an owl hoot. We'd love to have a vintage airstream of our own, but it just might be for the birds.
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