I woke this morning to a incessant cooing in my ear- a Mourning Dove singing
to her babies in the crotch of the locust tree outside our window. It gave
me a reason to hate that terrible evil thorny tree a little less. 

After spotting a Great Blue Heron fly over this evening as Fiona, Bill
Hubick and I babbled about the the nice weather, three Amercan Kestrels flew
overhead. I wish they would migrate to my neighbor's yard and eat his chopper. 

Happy birding!
matty
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