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Down on the Farm -- Bears and bureaucracies

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It was a dark and stormy night.

As dawn crept across the horizon, the early light revealed that my brand-new squirrel-proof bird feeder had been emptied over night.


I couldn't believe it. The fat psycho squirrel won again.

Would nothing stop him?

Angry and despondent, I stormed to the other end of the house--but stopped short. Something was amiss there as well.

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