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Yesterday we had a woodcock in the late afternoon in a marshy area near
the driveway bathed in sunlight, feeding and rocking.  My guess is that
he had just arrived and so was tired and hungry, thus more than
tolerant of our proximity to him.  We watched him a bit then left so as
not to stress him.  A first, to see one lit up like that--the varied
brown hues of his feathers were stunning.

Paula Gills
Ted Richards
Brookfield

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Paula A. Gills, Director, Learning
Support, Norwich U.
(802) 485-2132
"Hope is the thing with feathers that
 perches in the soul" E. Dickinson