It is no longer my job to kill all the varmints. Is that good or bad? At least back then I had something to do. But I guess my discernment has waned lately, so I guess it would be a more dangerous proposition. I might mistake your French poodle for a cockroach or your sorry ass for a rat. |
Aren’t They All Special?
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Although I’ll have to admit that I was obsessed with getting good shots of
the Gambel’s Quail and the Curve-billed Thrashers, I certainly didn’t
ignore all...
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