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April 28th  2011    Tim Candler

    I think I might have to start shooting Cowbirds.  They are all over the place.  Five females give a possibility of two hundred eggs in the nests of others.  Chasing them with one of those battery operated electric drills no longer puts the fear of god into them.  I have tossed the odd rock at them and they have sneered at me.  They are the Black Vulture in a community of Song birds.

     I can't see worth a damn these days, so it'll just be a lot of noise and chaos. And there could be broken windows and wounded neighbors and visits from the constabulary, and most likely the commotion will chase off the Close Mockingbird's girl friend, which means he'll spend his summer nights wailing at my bedroom window.

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