As I write this, the dog and the kittens threaten to strike if I don't build the blaze in the wood stove higher. March has proven once again to be traitorous, and sleety snow covers everything, including the bird feeders.I refused to do more about the bird feeder than creep outside in my slippers and …
Cunners
The cunners lurked below. They swam near the rock recesses and around the pilings of the wharf where we were eating lunch.

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