Along with regular visits of Old Man Winter, we have had our share of feathered fliers from the north. At night they bed down in farm fields and head for the ponds and streams during the day. Today they stayed until someone from the house across the field wandered toward them.
Across the field 11:43 am
Down the hill left of above 1:15 pm
And the fog rolled in 4:19 pm
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