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I looked out tonight, and they were there, in the trees, looking for food.
I ran out with the cat food bin, and those little dickens were pretending to hide. They had crawled up about eye level, and hid behind the trunks of the basswood trees. Peeking out they watched me put out the food. All four babies were there tonight.
I so wanted to hold them, but I know they must be free, and wild.
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