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Chouette

At five of the clock on the dot a female owl woke the late summer fog out of its slumber as it hogged our house - 'chouette', 'chouette' - repeatedly after a short break, as it hunts for food for its brood, or speaking to its mate with near perfect conditions with hot days and light rain nights so unlike the too dry or the too wet days and nights of yester years: our owl alarm clock waking to what would become a hot pleasant day.

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Date: 10/6/2013 12:30:00 PM
C'est joli!
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