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Just now, on a dusky blue night…

… I watched two barred owls fly from one bare tree in my backyard to another. They lit for awhile on each limb, scanning the ground, and then lifted their big wings and flew off to the trees across the railroad tracks. I can still hear their call.

Margaret Soltan, February 28, 2014 6:32PM
Posted in: snapshots from home

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