Thursday, November 26, 2009


Jib here.

Mom was playing Frisbee with me. She stopped. She heard ravens screaming.

Then she dropped my Frisbee and ran inside. She came out with her camera. She took a picture of the top of a tree.

She said the ravens were chasing away a sharp-shinned hawk.

The hawk flew over me. Mom was more excited about that than about throwing my Frisbee.


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