In the wintertime, when all the leaves are brown and the wind blows (so chill) and the birds have all flown for the summer, I’m calling, hear me calling, hear me calling, ahh,” – Steve Miller A crow ...
Out on the windswept plains of western Nebraska, where cattle outnumber people and the horizon stretches forever, stands a ...
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