Early in the morning JC and I went out into the creek field with the tractor to scoop dirt to bring back to the barnyard to fill low spots. JC was king on the John Deere with snow capped mountains in the background.
Later we walked the property down to the creek across one of the two bridges into the hay field on the eastside. We found a wounded magpie unable to fly. Regrettably we left it there knowing that there was nothing we could do for it. Later in the day I returned and found that it had moved ten feet – and died. I brought this beautifully colored bird back to the tool shed.
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