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Sunday, June 19, 2016
Sunday bird blogging
Here's something sweetly ordinary: a robin, in the creek behind my lodge in Jackson.
Most birds, like most humans, love to splash around in the water. They don't usually do it in the middle of the afternoon, but it was unusually hot in Jackson Hole and if the creek had been a little deeper I might have joined the robin.
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