Bloody hell
I went out to pick plums yesterday evening and surprised a flock of birds in the plum tree, having dinner. I also found the bears had ripped two branches off one of the trees. Then while I was harvesting, the dogs started happily rolling in fresh deer poop.
It was a two-cigar night.
July 31, 2003
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