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	<title>Comments on: Swallows and scissor-tails</title>
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		<title>By: Search and Serendipity: A Birder&#38;#8217;s Blog &#38;#187; Lifers: free for the taking</title>
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		<dc:creator>Search and Serendipity: A Birder&#38;#8217;s Blog &#38;#187; Lifers: free for the taking</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] LONGVIEW, TEXAS &#38;#8212; Fjord (who now has binoculars) and Courtney wanted to squeeze in some birding while I was on campus, so we had agreed to meet at 7 a.m. Unfortunately for the plan, I had to keep my alarm in a place I could reach without getting out of bed. And so, I woke suddenly, a few moments after 7. This little problem didn&#38;#8217;t seem to do much harm, but I couldn&#38;#8217;t help remembering that it had happened before. With only about an hour to spend, the north end of campus was as far as we could go. As we headed that direction, a Mourning Dove&#38;#8217;s feathers whistled sharply. [...]</description>
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