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right of the rest of their feathered folk to feed on their crimson 
domain. Nuthatches and titmice hunt together and keep up a 
merry conversation with all who happen to pass by. 
The wonderful color schemes that sweep before one’s eyes 
seem almost impossible to describe. The natural blending of 
Nature’s colors beggars description. I doubt if it would have 
been possible for the impressionistic Turner to paint such a 
wonderful scene. Surely no one else need try. 
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And yet in a few weeks, that slip by only too fast, this won- 
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derful blending of color will be swept away by Winter’s icy 
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blasts, and another evolution of Nature will have taken place. 
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“In warlike pomp, with banners flowing. 
The regiments of Autumn stood: 
I saw their gold and scarlet glowing 
From every hillside, every wood.” 
Henry Van Dyke. 
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