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After a summer thunderstorm, I can’t wait to run outside and take photographs of water droplets hanging from the flowers. While there aren’t any flowers blooming right now (sigh), frozen water can be just as beautiful.
While I was snapping away yesterday, I heard several dozen crows rustling and cawing wildly. Then I heard the plaintive wail of a hawk in flight. Mrs. Cooper was back terrorizing the neighborhood, but she wasn’t receiving a warm welcome. The crows took turns dive-bombing her in mid-air.
