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Hrafn


  A two-footer on the skylight, hammering. Raven, you’re the first I’ve seen since climbing the Isle of Lewis to the Callanish Stone Circle and may be the first in these woods since the Puritans departed. Before now only a few sizeable crows here that stuck around Rock Harbor, Pamet, and Corn Hill.   Hrafn […]

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