This evening toward dark, I saw our "Masked Man" at the suet feeder again. Since Markel wired it shut, the coon has not been able to tear it down. I hope he leaves it alone!
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The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
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