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This Morning Outsideby Diane PorterMay 26, 2013 Driving to town this morning, I didn't have time to stop and watch two bobwhites at roadside. Now that's being too busy, I thought to myself, noting that I seldom get a second chance if I pass a good bird by. But when I arrived at my destination I found my meeting canceled. Returning home, I drove slowly home that last gravel mile. Windows down, heater on low. And this is what I found. A male bobwhite, singing his name from a lichen-covered fence post. Joy! My earlier sin against forgiven. Morning redeemed.
—Diane Porter
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