DIDN’T SEE THIS ITEM IN TODAY’S NEWSDown by the Lake this morning, wrapped in the early Spring mists, the pheasant king - just a dark speck from where I stood - strode to the top of the little hill overlooking the expanse of land that is his kingdom, and his alone. He surveyed his realm and crowed his approval. All is yet well in that one last patch of wildness.
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