How about a gardens and birds forum. That's where old fart fishermen like myself go when the rocks get too slippery and the legs too wobbly to fish.
"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." Matt Groening, Life In Hell
Had a flock of about 20 robbins raiding the suet,sunflower feeders,and the cracked corn.Only had a pair hanging around for the last week.it's kind of a sign of spring.
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