[NatureNS] Port Howe

Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2011 16:09:12 -0400
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<font face="Candara">I have had a White-Throated Sparrow at my feeders
for a week or more. First time I have had one in the winter. The
regulars are one or two Red Breasted Nuthatchs, Bluejays, Mourning
Doves, Crows, Ravens, Downy and Hairy Woodpeckers. <br>
The Strait is starting to freeze over. The fox is still here and I have
two&nbsp; squirrels in the attic. Gr-r-r-r. <br>
A Bobcat has been in the yard 2 or 3 times as well. <br>
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Other than that cold and white.<br>
Virginia Redden Cumb co. <br>
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<pre class="moz-signature" cols="100">-- 
The Winter of the Fisher by Cameron Langford

The Ojibway
The mood that had pressed so heavily on him all the afternoon was gone,
 for he had heard at last the message that for years the silent 
trees had whispered to him: age is of the body.
 Youth lies in the mind. And a man's a fool to think on time, 
when timelessness encloses him on every side. 

The fisher

Outside, the fisher stretched himself sensuously and
 trotted toward the trees. Before he was beneath their shelter, 
his trot quickened to a graceful lope, 
for somewhere in the future just ahead, 
the porcupines were waiting. And he was still very hungry. 

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