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The Rains Came — Tuesday, November 5, 2024
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Life on a family farm in the wilds of Upstate New York
3 comments:
Their ancestors were there before yours.
Ha! That chipmunk! HILARIOUS :)
Jan, lol, well I suppose, but the darned squirrels better not stand on history when they hit my bird feeders. I wish Daisy could see better!
Cathy, bold little buggers. Worst of it is, the squirrel opened the feeder, and the chipmunk took prompt advantage of the situation. lol
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