Despite the scads of cold, slushy, white global warming that keep coming back, I've been hearing and seeing Rufous Hummingbirds zipping round the neighborhood as I walk the Weewolfe. Maybe now's a good time to celebrate this song?
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Sunday, April 28, 2013
Weekend Earworm: 04/28/2013
This one's been sitting in the Drafts Queue for quite some time, just waiting for an appropriate opportunity to pop-up.
Despite the scads of cold, slushy, white global warming that keep coming back, I've been hearing and seeing Rufous Hummingbirds zipping round the neighborhood as I walk the Weewolfe. Maybe now's a good time to celebrate this song?
Despite the scads of cold, slushy, white global warming that keep coming back, I've been hearing and seeing Rufous Hummingbirds zipping round the neighborhood as I walk the Weewolfe. Maybe now's a good time to celebrate this song?
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