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Slopeside Sounds

The quiet was not meant to last. Ruffling its feathers, the Grey Jay perched above me seems perturbed by the sudden unmistakable twang it doesn’t recognize. The sound comes again, a fifth lower this time, and the Jay takes flight from what it (correctly) perceives to be a rapidly changing scene. It’s too bad: My feathered friend is about to miss a helluva show.

Moments later, random notes begin to ring out

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