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I went to my spot on Friday morning. I could feel nature’s Vermont Spring was approaching. It was warmer, I had to take my coat off and tie it around my waist. There was no snow nor ice on the grounds just old leaves including oak, aspen, and beech. The log I drop my pack beside was slippery. I had expected there to be more birds out near the ground but most still flew near the canopies. There were a lot of chickadees flying near ground. I eventually found most of the birds I heard from a distance in the tangled branches crowding the floodplain in the narrow stream further downstream. White throated sparrow, American goldfinch, and black capped chikadees were chasing each other through their playground. Their wings fluttered fast disappearing in the many shrubby trees, soaking in the warmer weather.

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