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Saturday, June 12, 2010

And they are all mine!

Down by the sauna, early in the morning. Identity is everything. Zip knows who he is, what he is, where he should be. He has found his place. I only worry if a big coyote should turn up. When Zip is bigger, he will eat coyotes for breakfast. But now he himself might need help from his big-horned friends.
Posted by Druid at 1:37 PM
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