At the beginning of the fall, it seems especially easy to remember spring. The mourning dove begins its uncanny song, which, however doleful, appears very attractive to female mourning doves. | ||
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The resident rabbits appear and investigate the newly blooming tulips. | ||
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Cloudberry insists on escorted walks along the fringe of trees. | ||
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And in Iceland, there's a glimpse of the first lambs of the season. | ||
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