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I Watched the Robin as She Scratched for Food at My Campsite

Yellowstone. Everyone chased after the buffalo. Searched madly for the mother grizzly with her cubs in tow. Combed for the pack of wolves in Lamar Valley. There had been more interest in the giftshops and their offerings, everything from keychains to ice cream cones. But who watched the Robin, as she scratched for her food… Continue reading I Watched the Robin as She Scratched for Food at My Campsite