A strange sound was coming through the southern windows of the sun room. I looked up from the book I was reading and listened. The sound was a cross between a gurgle and a turkey’s gobble. My mind remembered the Belted Kingfisher and the Burrowing Owls, that have graced my backyard. I stood up in anticipation of seeing another uncommon backyard bird. Something brown popped up behind the bush. Was this bird standing on my neighbor's fence? I grabbed my camera, and he Popped up again. He was a she, and she was my neighbor, bent over, pumping an insecticide/weed killer spray canister.
No picture today.
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