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My patch

It’s 2 p.m. on a weekday in spring. Too late to start a big writing project, too early for a brew.

“Hey Pete,” I think, “How about a little birding jaunt to pass the time? Why not? Rain seems about over and you’ll be home in plenty of time to feed the dogs.”

Liza, the lop-tongued one, is pretty casual about meal time, but McKenzie, a.k.a., the “Big Mack,” shows an elevated genius when it comes to her food bowl OK, then. A quick run down to Strawberry to see what the tide brought in.

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