on April 14 2014…
Well, a young, unskilled, socially inept crow, “Mephfth”… came and carried off  the putrid squirrel body. The crow crowd watched in judgment from their superior perches in the tree, looking down their beaks so to speak, at this young fool.

But now we have broken the ice and can get on to open speaking again. Thank you Mephfth! Peanut butter, raisins, bananas and a dead mouse for dessert. It’s spring.

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