Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Where lots of our bird seed goes!

 
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posted by Tom Fisher at 8:46 AM

1 Comments:

Blogger David said...

Now, that's a very acrobatic squirrel!

4:27 PM

 

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