This morning there was a mockingbird perched overhead calling out a series of complicated and varied snatches of song, all either doubled or tripled, all saying the same thing in as many different ways as he could manage: "This is my spot. Mine. I own it. Get off my lawn!"Of course, it sounds better in bird.
Also, I saw the burrowing owl at the constricted site again. But then there was only one at the median site, so I'm not sure if there are really three in the area or if the one from constricted was just visiting median the other day.
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