A place to record my life list along with the setting, what went through my mind in making the identification, and plenty of self-deprecating confessions on wishful thinking.
(With special thanks to Mrs. Bundy and Alfred Hitchcock)
I heard it first in the pine tree in the front yard. Some careful stalking gave me a naked-eye look as he creeped about. I got a good look at the stripey head.
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