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Brant on the march

Colt State Park was alive with birds on Sunday. The brant were occupying the grass between the puddle and the road. My first snow bunting of the season landed next to a picnic table. The trees were full of chickadees and tufted titmice. As always, there were many herring gulls and some ring-billed gulls. And, of course, pigeons.

Pigeons on the grass, alas!*

*Gertrude Stein, Four Saints in Three Acts.