~ From OCTOBER 2004 ~
Two little ones chase each other by the pool. Alighting from the fence, they scurry through the garden, bark chips disheveled in their wake. It is summer. The squirrels seem happy.
Overhead, a hawk waits.
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~ From OCTOBER 2004 ~
Two little ones chase each other by the pool. Alighting from the fence, they scurry through the garden, bark chips disheveled in their wake. It is summer. The squirrels seem happy.
Overhead, a hawk waits.
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