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It is so quiet in the mornings, no seagulls squawking at one another at first light of day. It was hard to tell what they were up to. Maybe they were trying to protect their territory, but it never failed, when a gull would fly overhead each of the gulls on the ground had to yell a hello, almost like they were afraid they might not be seen and an unsuspecting flying gull might land upon their head.
We may be coming to the end of the colorful fall. Well, I keep thinking that but still no rain to knock the leaves from the branches. It amazes me how the leaves turn color, from a deep green to some of the most brilliant reds that one could possible come up with from a pallet of color.
So, one more day of great weather. If we can't get our rain as needed we may as well enjoy what we get….more later..
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