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Breaks and combs over the fences like the surf of 

 the ocean 



and twists over the 

 surface and breaks 

 and combs over the 

 fences like the surf 

 of the ocean. 



Distant sounds are 

 heard with unusual 

 distinctness. The rat- 

 tat-tat of a downy 

 woodpecker in 

 a wood nearby rings 

 out clear and true. 



s:reech owl who has 

 ventured to his door- 

 way from the hollow 

 of an old apple tree. 

 They make a loud 

 noise, and perhaps 

 they have just cause 

 to scold. These little 

 screech owls can 

 sometimes be seen sit- 

 ting at their front 

 door in hollow apple 

 trees along the road- 

 side, although their 

 protective coloration 

 makes them incon- 

 spicuous. 



The season has, 

 after all, but little to 

 do with the pleasure 

 of the road. "Each 

 season has its distinct 

 character, and be- 

 sides, no two days of 

 any season are 

 exactly alike. 

 Select a typical spring 

 day with the tender 

 green of the willows, 

 the peeping frogs in 



Snow buntings 

 skimming in place 

 sea swallows 



He, with 

 adee and 

 makes up 



the 

 nut 

 the 



chick- 

 hatch, 

 trio of 

 which 



almost 



winter friends 

 you will be 

 sure to meet on a win- 

 ter ramble. You may 

 find the whole crowd 

 berating a little 











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