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| This Carolina Wren somehow snuck into our old house to take shelter from the storm. |
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| Armed with a butterfly net and the assistence of two daughters and another refugee -- Hillary -- I captured it and dug it gently from the net for some souvenir pics. |
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| Still with all due care, I carried him out the back door and propelled him smoothly into the atmosphere of our yard, whence he shot like a buff and brown snitch escaping the dull clumsy participants in a muggle quidditch match. |
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