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| EMERGING FROM THE GLOOM |
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| OUR DISORIENTED RESIDENT CARDINAL |
Saturday, 9:00 AM. 12 degrees, up from 9 degrees earlier. The sky is overcast but the barometer is up and the sun is struggling to emerge from the gloom. Wind N, mostly calm, and it is still snowing lightly.
It has snowed nine or ten inches in the last twenty-four hours and the temperature has remained in the teens or lower. It occurs to me that those are pretty much the conditions under which glaciers form if continued long enough, and it might not be too surprising to see a wall of white advancing through the snow and fog from the north. The persistent rumors of a herd of musk oxen grazing in the apple orchards seem to be unsubstantiated, however. Our resident cardinal seems rather disoriented by all this.
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