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" The tail was cocked up and the bill down in the crack in the old tree stump. Pocking around, tossing bits of wood out into the air, all the time producing a melodic jumble of songlike chatters that made his seem very humanlike. It was as if an old tailor was cleaning out storeroom and muttering to himself that life use to be better.
All this was within 50 feet of my studio - so, of course, I had to paint the little guy."
Larry Eifert
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