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This Memorial Day, I’m thinking of my mother’s mother’s older brother, who lies buried in the Meuse-Argonne American Cemetery in France. He was an artillery wagoneer, killed just a few weeks before Armistice Day in 1918.
Starting out from Brooklyn, an amateur naturalist explores our world.
As John Burroughs said, “The place to observe nature is where you are.”
Those squirrels are plotting another raid on my birdfeeder!
No slouches, they look, listen, test, and learn.
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