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On our way out the door to Rehoboth Beach, Mr UD learns about the Potoo bird.

He still can’t really see it; he’s been squinting at an enlarged image of it for some time.

So as Mr UD grapples with the concept of camouflage, eats the egg and sour dough slices I fried in olive oil, and packs for the beach, UD lets you know that she will be blogging from the president’s summer home for the next week.

Margaret Soltan, March 13, 2021 7:42AM
Posted in: snapshots from home

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