Down on the Farm -- Bears and bureaucracies
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.
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