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Sunday Brunch

When I left off on Friday I was up to my eyeballs in birthday preparations for the Chef, not exactly sure how it would all be accomplished.  Thankfully dinner that night went off without a hitch (roasted chicken - one of his faves) and a new brownie recipe will make it's debut this week - all I can say is start fasting now.  Whew!

It's been a relaxing, but cold weekend here in Southern California.  When the Chef and I rolled out of the movies on Saturday night it was 39 degrees at midnight and the temperature later went down to 35.  We rarely see the 30's at night so that's brisk for us - even me who grew up in -35 and colder temps in Canada.  Come Sunday afternoon it had warmed up some, but the wind was super brisk - so when we started to discuss brunch options I may or may not have begun to spontaneously shiver at the thought of venturing outside.  Then I remembered a wideleg velour pantsuit I haven't been able to wear much.  Seize the day!  And the fur to go along with it...

~Outfit details:  Juicy Couture Velour Puff Sleeve Jumpsuit & Fur Vest, J.Crew Denim Jacket, 
Foley + Corinna Mid-City Tote, Tom Ford Sunnies, Melinda Maria Rings~
It was great to legitimately need to wear that faux fur (last seen here
over the denim coat.  The Chef called it my "anti-man" look.  
Totally like the Man Repeller. BAHAHAHA!!
I live in fear of hemming things too short...out came the Danys.  
And the argyles.  Past the knees.  
This is as close as I was coming to showing you the puff sleeve.
Too bloody cold outside and not dragging camera into restaurant to
photograph sleeve whilst being gawked at.  They were already
staring wildly at the fur and velour combo.

I'm all about dressing up for Sunday brunch, but when it's cold I have a hard time getting motivated.  Hats off to each of you who live in the snow and pull out all the stops + bundle up in a coat.  I remember those days and the sweat inducing frenzy it took to get everything on, arrive at destination, remove the coat, scarf and gloves to find my outfit inevitably wrinkled, and then have to get it all back on by the end of the night.  No wonder I was thinner in the waist back then.

Anyway, today's the Chef's real day and we're gonna rip it up, so I'll catch up with you tomorrow.  Hope you had a great weekend! (ps-was it me or were the Oscars a total yawn fest?)

TGIF for reals


You may be saying to yourself, "what is that woman doing with wings and beer on her blog?"  The Chef's birthday is coming up next week and this is what he asked for.  Actually he also asked for Domino's pizza and several other crazy food items reminding me of more reasons I appreciate this person.  He's super talented at fancy shmancy food, but by no means a food snob - meaning Del Taco remains in our top five places at 2am.  Can you say addicted?  

Hopefully by the time Monday rolls around I will have pulled it off thanks to a handy list or 12.  In the meantime I hope you have a grand weekend.  I've got piles of work to get after in the kitchen so I'm cutting out and almost didn't post today, but due to the red alerts thought I'd let you know I'm still breathing - although I did come close to meeting my waterloo at Whole Foods this afternoon when the Brinks trunk almost ran me over.  All I could think of was all the shoes that would be purchased with the settlement, should I make it out alive from beneath the wheels.  

Priorities people, priorities.

I'm so glad this week is over.

Wait!  Bright side, bright side!! I'm on Pinterest!! I'm gonna sit down and pin my brains out later this weekend - WOO HOO!!

Oh!  And a special thank you to Katie for nominating me for the FBFF Blogger Awards over at Modly Chic in the "Real Deal (authenticity) category.  I'm a what you see is what you get kind of person, so it really made my day to be nominated especially in that category.  Mad hugs Katie!!

Catching the Crazy

We got a late start on Sunday, but decided to head over to the local flea market to take a quick peek anyway.  Suffice it to say a couple days of pouring rain held crowds at bay, but there remained some interesting cats to see (did you catch Sunday's post?) as well as a lot of really cool finds in amongst the junk.  I'm sorry, but I have to call a spade a spade.  I mean is anyone really interested in a 25 year old faded out plastic Garfield that's missing a leg?  Anyone? Anyone?  

Thanks to brisk temperatures there were very few people perusing the racks, so I was able to take my time.  Somewhere in there I think I caught it:  the flea market bug.  The thrifting fever (not to be mistaken with Bieber fever just to be clear).  Second, third and fourth hand mania.  Whatever you want to call it there was a moment of clarity where I realized I'm finally getting the hang of this, and could actually select and get excited about picking up a couple things.  Okay one thing, but there were almost 5.  And 2 days later I'm actually regretting the 4 things I left behind.  Can you imagine??
  
The bridge into I Get It Land.
Seriously though - that's how much rain we got in SoCal - it was nuts.
Piles of amazing vintage Asian treasures.
I'm not sure what this look/stance combo is.  
Consider it the look of barely able to contain myself + don't want fabric to hit ground. 
If you could only see how sick trick it truly is!!
This falls into the 'not sorry I left it behind' category.
While this one falls into the 'what was I thinking leaving that mother behind?!' pile.



And of course it was cold enough to bring out the Technicolor Dreamcoat again (last seen here).  I never tire of it and apparently neither does anyone else.  I've been stopped in the street, touched by random passersby who can't control themselves - that makes for interesting conversation -, and a woman at the flea proclaimed, "this is so you!  I mean you're wearing your rug and everything!"  Come to think of it I hope she wasn't referring to my hair.  Maybe I'll see her next time so I can ask - I can hardly wait! 

First Robin of Spring!

I am pleased to report that on my recent birding adventure to the north country, I encountered The First Robin of Spring! Clearly these early returnees to the wintry parts of the species' range are made of different stuff than your normal, everyday robins.

I've written here before about TFROS. I wonder if they subsist on iceworms during spells of inclement weather.

SoCal Street Style

Today while perusing the local Flea Market I spotted, quite possibly, 
the most chicly dressed man examining antique telephones with his girlfriend.
I was so happy he was kind enough to let me take his picture.
Gah!  I don't know where to begin - the amazing color of the sweater, 
the silhouette of the pants, the hat, the glasses, the socks, the shoes...
it's all of it.  Perfection!

Coming Up Neutral

With spring around the corner - or at times it feels like 10 corners thanks to rain appearing yet again tonight - I find myself thinking about what's to come and how to freshen up my closet.  Does anyone else feel like heaving a bunch out and starting new? There is something about this time of year where days seem to drag by holding the next season just out of reach.  Spring?  I'll sure be glad when you get here.

Life would be so easy if only I could just toss everything into a crate at the end of each season and purchase a whole new line-up for what was coming next.  But the reality is it's not that easy, so I have to spend time thinking about what trends are on the horizon, what I already own that can be incorporated and what the budget will allow for additions here and there.  Ahhhh the life of an adult with bills.  Bills.  What a dirty word.  Tonight I spent some time looking over another one of my faves - Chloe - and the Spring 2011 RTW images.  Clearly neutrals are going to be big in the months ahead, so here are just some of the things that caught my attention and got me excited to start clearing space in the closet.

Nude ballet flats and sheer skirts.
High waisted leather shorts and wrap blouses.
(and skinny legs, but at the rate I'm going...)
Sleek lines and stark contrasts - there's that red again.
Slimming tops inside flowing pleated skirts.
Dual purpose here - look at the open back on the top walking away -
how beautiful is that?? 
Now how about this leather top buttoned to the skirt? 
I love the lines on it - probably couldn't carry it off, but hats off to those who can.

I'm beyond thrilled that I picked up those faux leather high waist shorts at Aritzia in the fall (seen here).  They're most def going to be getting some more play time so that's great for my pocketbook.  One thing I've been looking at and holding off on is this skirt from Free People.  


It looks pretty darn sheer and that kind of freaks me out, but after looking at the Chloe show I'm feeling a little more convinced.  I mean can you just imagine this with a tucked in thin, fitted black t and a pair of J.Simpson black Dany's on foot? (both of which I already own btw - werk that closet!)  What do you think?  

Are any of you even thinking of coordinating for spring yet or are you still content with your winter wardrobes?  I could seriously use a boost to get me through...maybe I'll get some spring cleaning done this weekend.  Nah!  Who am I kidding?  Hope you have a great couple or few days off for those not working Monday!

Chloe images care of New York Magazine

Dead In My Tracks Thursday

This is a new thing I'm thinking about doing:  what's stopping me in my tracks.  You know how it is, right?  Every once in awhile there is that certain something that catches your eye and you just can't get it out of your mind.  Like that one time I met...oh forget it.

One would think I'd have learned my lesson by now, but no that would be too easy.  I let these slip by this past fall - only to see a woman wearing them a couple weeks ago.  You probably heard me screaming.  All around the world.

Isabel Marant - Red Poppy Pumps
forever to be known as 'salt in the wound'

To make matters worse they were even better in person AND she stopped to talk to me during which time I confessed I was considering ripping them off her feet - was she a 36 by chance?  She said she wasn't, although looking back now I think she may have fibbed out of fear.  Smart girl.  I was most definitely sporting the eye of the tiger that day.

Two days ago I saw this skirt and for a moment my heart stopped.  I then proceeded to think about it all day yesterday, look it up on the internet 392847529x, imagine the warm summer day I'd wear it on.  Seriously - I do all this romanticizing of a garment, a shoe, you name it on a regular basis.  

Feast your eyeballs.

Despite the fact that she is 3lbs and I am, okay, not 3lbs I'm not letting this mother pass me by.  I've got my wallet out and I'm ready to take action.  Here's hoping it works on someone who is 5'3'' after extreme Pilates stretching.  Warm summer days here I come.

If you happen to be out there possessing information on where I can get my hands on those Isabel Marant pumps in a 36 - well by all means, please do fire away in the comments section!  Save a life, free up a brain cell.

Briefly Waxing Rhapsodic About Bohemians


They were even more beautifully Bohemian than I thought they'd be. We found a small flock of seven Bohemian waxwings in a retirement community cul-de-sac in Traverse City, Michigan. This was yesterday, February 15, 2011, just after noon. That's life bird number 600-something...

The telling of the complete saga will have to wait for another day because I am now having to re-enter reality and there's simply no time for storytelling. But when I DO tell the tale, you should know that it will include: extremes of cold, a stretching of the time-space continuum, a pet store, frantic phone calls placed to unknown persons who MIGHT have seen a flock, many helpful messages from Michigan birders, a stern scolding for my list-serv faux pas, bad food, good beer, the first robin of spring, bear tracks, snow buntings, Geoff's questionable choice of chapeau, late nights, early mornings, doldrum afternoons, and planked whitefish.


But like I said, there's not enough time to get into all of that now.
Thanks for following along, my friends.
I'll see you out there with the birds.

Denim on Denim: The Call of the Peacock

As a self-professed lover of denim it pains me to admit I don't believe I've donned it in combination for at least 5 years.  While some of you are wildly cheering, all I can think of is outfits lost to days gone by.  Somewhere along the way the mere expression began to conjure images of Hee-Haw and cowboys and, well, not much that's attractive.  Epic fail for the denim aficionado.

While out on Saturday I spotted the prettiest chambray, ruffled sleeve blouse ever.  Quite naturally I immediately envisioned the top with my new favorite pintucked wide leg denim (last seen here) - those things have been getting mad play around here lately.  That being said, there was still a moment of hesitation...denim on denim?  Wth am I thinking?  I'll tell you what I'm thinking - brilliance, that's what!  Apparently this pairing is a bird call of sorts as well because when I threw on the outfit for a Sunday drive in a not-yet-explored neighborhood suffice it to say flocks of peacocks came out of nowhere.  And no I am not high!  Examine it for yourselves.

Imagine driving down the street, glancing out the window and randomly seeing
this bird perched on the side of a house?
Me:  What the hell?  Take a look at that thing!  Is that a real peacock??
Chef:  (laughing while looking straight ahead)
Me:  (smack on arm) Brake, BRAKE! 
Chef:  (glancing over) hehehaWHOA!!  It IS!
Look at them - roaming about rooftops.  Unbelievable!
So is my top by the way...
There's no denying denim on denim can be brilliant...
It's all in how you mix the washes and textures.
 The birds agreed...never take your eyes off one or it could
end up in your hair.  Not good.
Outfit details:  Gap - Tie Neck Blouse and Wide Leg Trouser Jeans, Old Stud Handmade - Belt, 
Brooklyn Thread - Trio of Wood Bracelet, Motif 56 - Bracelet, Melinda Maria - Rings, Target - Sunnies, Cynthia Vincent Wedges

Okay so how are you feeling about the denim on denim?  I was thinking this could be an upcoming challenge...what do you think?  As far as the blouse - it was discovered at Gap and correct me if I'm wrong, but they seem to have gotten some of their old mojo back.  I noticed this long sleeve version online and am picking it up to wear with a pair of cream colored wide leg flowy pants, a strappy sandal and an up-do.  Oh spring - are you out there?  

Before I go, can you imagine these peacocks?  It was like a day at the zoo without the boundaries of the zoo walls, and only cool until we went to drive away and there were about 25 of them roosting in one yard.  A little too Alfred Hitchcocky for this girl thank you very much.  All things in moderation.  Speaking of which we did get more pictures, but I'll upload them to facebook later today when I get the page up.  Caving in to yet more social media.

Confessions of the Heart

It's late in the day, but I wanted to get this one up before too many days slip by and the magic wears off.  My kinda magic anyway.  I'll be honest:  I'm not much of a valentine-r.  We usually don't do much but wander around in public sarcastically calling one another 'Valentine' all day long (and sometimes for a few days in advance) much to the chagrin of anyone within ear shot.  It's actually mildly hilarious.  And of course there's always the chocolate, but let's face it - there's always the chocolate.

This year the Chef didn't work and this was all he said:  
'Be here at 7.  You're going to pee your pants.  And don't bother asking - I'm not telling you.  Oh, and don't bother guessing because you've never had it before.'
I knew it would be food, but what could it be?  A chocolate covered chicken?  And on top of that something weird started to happen.  I started to get nervous.  Like it was a real date in the old days.  I mean we still go on dates, but they're usually pre-discussed types of dates so this was kind of fun. To get even palm sweatier, when I called to ask what I could bring he said nothing...that he had the menus printed up.  He printed menus.


Exhibit A:  The Menu

Without going on and on like a sentimental fool (and for the record I don't think those could possibly even exist) he came up with a menu that consisted of twists on several of our favorite dishes from some of the restaurants we've been visiting since even before we started dating.  Because we did dinner and a movie every Sunday night for about a year before he finally got the nerve to tell me he liked me.  The whole thing was really special and suddenly I feel like I understand Valentine's Day.

I'm not here to throw sand in anyone's eyes.  Believe me I've spent many of these alone - and while it really didn't bother me, some of my close friends did get kind of down so I do understand.  All I can say is consider this evidence that there are normal, good, decent guys still left out there...and some of them can cook!!  

Tangerineade - made with tangerines from the backyard.
A version of my absolute favorite Luke's lemonade.
Grilled shrimp - we ate it with a curry aioli.
This one is a twist on curry infused shrimp tempura that is a total contraband weakness of mine.
I'd been requesting salmon so he did a version of one of my favorite salads:
heirloom tomato and watermelon, but placed the various ingredients 
atop smoked salmon.  I may or may not have teared up.
Kale - I basically love kale in any form or fashion.  
Here's the kale and gnocchi recipe from last year that people still send emails about.
Here it is sans the gnocchi.
And there's the Chef.  Yes 2 days in a row and I promised him I'd stop it now.
Midway through I said, "hey you're wearing the shirt from the first time you tried
to tell me you liked me."  He nodded and we both kind of laughed.  
He's so sentimental-it's really kind of wonderful!  
Oh and fyi - he's housesitting for his parents.  He does not have pink walls.

So that's about where the pictures ended because let's face it:  enough is enough and we had to get down to watching The Bachelor and laughing our heads off while continuing to consume course after course.  At the end of the day, Valentine's Day is really about doing something special with the person you love - even if it's your cat :).  Oh and p.s. - to anyone who thinks we have a kum bah yah...uh, we totally work each other's nerves on a regular basis.  It's the real world over here baby!

Gentlemen Seeking Bohemians

Geoff Heeter (right) and yers trooly BOTB.

Friends, by the time you read this, I will be far to the north, traveling with my old pal Geoff Heeter. We're on a several-day quest to add a bird to our life lists: the Bohemian waxwing. In case you don't know it, this is a species that's very similar to the smaller, more common cedar waxwing. But the Bohemian is a bird of the far North and it rarely ventures as far south as Ohio. Or across the international border into West Virginia.

This winter the Bohos seem to be popping up quite regularly in southern Canada and across the northern portions of the northern US. I've been following sightings on the listservs and it seems like our closest opportunity is going to be along Lake Michigan. That's about a 10-hour drive north of here—13 hours for Heets.

The Heets.

If you don't know Geoff Heeter, you should. He's one of the two dudes (Dave Pollard is the other) responsible for The New River Birding and Nature Festival held each spring near Fayetteville, WV. The New River festival is kept intentionally small to keep the quality of the experience high, and to permit the event to be held where it is—just minutes from great birding spots.

If you are not familiar with the NRBNF, here are a few words and images for your edification:

You get to go birding watching in places like this spot along the New River.

While you are in a beautiful spot such as the one shown above, you are likely to get a chance to see the hard-to-find Swainson's warbler.

And when you do, you may feel inclined to do the Life Bird Wiggle.

It's quite the charming and friendly, spiritually-enriching, fun-as-hizzle birding festival. The organizers and a great crew of field trip leaders go out of their way to make sure everyone is happy. You need to check it out.

Now back to my buddy Geoff Heeter.
Ziplining.

The Heets is one of those throw-back people—firmly grounded in the fieldcraft of outdoor adventure and rural living, who also digs technology and many of the trappings of modern life, such as Facebook and smart phones.

He knows how to run whitewater rapids safely in a raft. He knows how to make a primitive camp in the boonies. He knows how, when, and where to harvest ramps (and how to cook them up). He knows how to keep a string of pack horses from bolting when there's a mountain lion around.


He is kind to all animals.

And he runs Opossum Creek Retreat near Fayetteville, WV—a delightful bunch of cabins he built by hand using local timber. Opossum Creek is the epicenter of the New River Birding Festival. Heets is a really amazing person and I'm proud to call him my friend.

However the occasional hole does appear in Geoff's very impressive suite of skills.
Keith Richardson (left) and Geoff Heeter tag-teaming the grill.

Last spring at the traditional final night cookout for the New River Birding Festival, Geoff and his right-hand man Keith Richardson were manning the brand new, huge and shiny gas grill. They hooked up the gas and fired that baby up, turning to prep the meat for its fiery demise.
That's when acrid gray smoke began appearing from beneath the grill's lid.

Upon opening up the grill, these masters of outdoor cookery discovered that they'd left the owner's manual inside the cooking unit. Had it not been reduced to ashes, I wondered (aloud) whether or not the instructions read something like:

Congratulations on the purchase of your new grill. Please follow these instructions before use:
STEP 1: Remove this owner's manual before lighting the grill.


The ashy remains of the owner's manual.


When I realized that I need a little birding break, and I felt the urge to head north after Bohemian waxwings, I called Heets to see if he could join me. Happily, he could make it happen. And now, as you read this, we're somewhere in the northern reaches of Michigan, searching for Bohemians.

I'll be sure to let you know how the quest turns out.

It's Friday - Let Us Collect Our Winnings and Run Away


image via we heart it

Usually I would have a funny or sarcastic story, perhaps a yummy recipe or sassy shoe, but not today friends.  No instead today I have, for the 40948473653th time, a head cold that has rendered me exhausted.  So I simply leave you with a heartfelt thanks for such a great white denim-filled week.   

What's on your agenda this weekend?  My customary Friday evening margaritas have been replaced with cold medicine, more green tea, and movies on the couch - it could be worse, right?  I mean on The Young and the Restless (guilty pleasure) Ronan could have perished during his liver transplant rather than disappearing moments after the organ was placed in his body.  Now I can hang in suspense wondering where he's gone off to in less than optimal soap opera health - just in case I'm still on the ol' couch come Monday - can you say couch sores?  In dim news Dallas Raines, the local weather guy, just sent up a red flag that we have approximately 2 weeks of rain coming our way starting Wednesday.  Isn't that special? Not really.  See?  This is what it's come to.  Delirium has set in and I'm just rambling on about nothing.  House arrest is not the new black.  

Thankfully Valentine's Day is on Monday so there should be a truckload of dark chocolate in my future - hopefully yours, too.  Until then I wish you a relaxing and fun couple of days off.  

Before I run, I mean go lay down yet again, a special congrats to Taylor from Curly in the City - she won the Brooklyn Thread giveaway!! Yay!  Thanks to all of you who took the time to enter.  Have a great weekend everyone!

Breaking All The Rules

Have you seen everyone's winter white challenge posts the past couple days?  Holy mother of pearl they've been off the hook!  Even though I've been hanging off the couch viewing through the veil of delirium it hasn't masked the awesomeness.  Nerd alert:  I love sharing ideas.

I also really appreciate all the kind words and well wishes you've left here.  This plague (thanks Anna) has left me knocked flat out and absent for most of the past couple days.  Yesterday I asked if it was Wednesday...er, not so much.  The Chef's been stopping by to make sure I've still got plenty of dark chocolate, pink grapefruit and broth aka my daily bread and all I seem to be able to eat.  At times like these I realize how lucky I am to have someone who cares about participating in my day to day - every day.  

Like a couple of weeks ago when we went to the flea market 
and the 85yr old guy at the Native American head dress booth 
- who was wearing white sweat socks on his hands just because -
wouldn't sell me the head dress unless I 
agreed to also buy the chaps and "pistolis" - wait for it - 
...to go with the coordinating cowboy outfit.  Um, no?

What is a pistoli you ask?  A kid's plastic cap gun.  Actually a pair of them.  In between trying not to collapse over sock hands and the feather head dress I'd thrown on in effort to make my best plea (i mean really can you just imagine the outfit posts??  don't worry i haven't given up...), the Chef began bartering with the guy trying to talk pistoli.  At which time he accidentally shot off a cap and I had to fake bending down to tie my flip flop in order not to completely lose it.

White sweat socks on hands are also a faux pas fashion statement to be explored.  Perhaps we should do that challenge next...thoughts? 

Bringin' the white denim action today we have:

Here's hoping I can somehow get mobile, bathe and get outside to have my post ready for Thursday.  Dancing on the edge yet again.  Argh

Monday was Hell. Rebel and Wear White.

I would like to begin by throwing up a big middle finger to photobucket.  How in the h*ll can you have 30% space one day and the next be at 10% over capacity?  I am so sick and tired of these hosting joints trying to take advantage of me (and likely others) to make a quick buck.  I deleted a ton of back up pics and STILL it won't budge.  As if I don't know what the tactic is.  Good luck with that!

On another note I would like to formally announce that I am sicker than I have ever been in my adult life, with the exception of the walking pneumonia that damn near claimed my life last year.  Monday consisted of the following:  get up, cry, go back to sleep, get up, drag down hallway, watch lung cancer survivors on Bold & Beautiful, cry, watch commercial about Lucille Ball dying from undetected heart disease, cry, pass out, wake up, sneeze 18 times straight, eat a chocolate, cry...I think you get the idea.  Finally hauling it to the computer to see photobucket wreaking havoc unnecessarily sent me right to the kleenex box.

Jalapeno Cucumber Margarita in the distance...
someday I will drink it  again.  Maybe today.
Straight out of the bottle.  Without the mix.
Please allow me a moment to dry my eyes.

On a 100% more positive note I want to thank EVERYONE who is taking part in the white denim challenge we're having right now.  I managed to sit up for 10 minutes yesterday and read your posts during which time I cheered (and cried some more) out of sheer glee!! I am loving the outfit combos and getting so many awesome ideas.  I don't give a rat's rear end...I wear those mother's year round.

Up today is:  
I'll do my best to check in w/all of you later today.  Want to check out everyone's outfits and catch up on blogs, but not sure I'll be able to.  Must get mobile in order to have my post ready for Thursday if I'm not in the hospital.  Only kinda joking.

Doughheads

Blue jay.

The birds at our feeders LOVE the homemade suet dough we provide. We feed it to them in moderation, so there's no concern about them getting obese, lazy, or addicted, but they ARE often waiting just after dawn in the willow tree off the back deck. They perch there, shifting from foot to foot nervously, wiping a wing across their beaks as they sniffle, eyes glazed. Their mood is very anxious, jumpy. They stare into the house through the sliding glass doors. They are waiting for "the man." Some mornings it is "the woman." To bring them their "medicine."

These are the "doughheads."

The second we open the back door to start the morning feeding frenzy, the doughheads make a big show of flying away. But they only go far enough to be in a good position to swoop in first to the fresh handfuls of dough on the deck rail and in the hanging dough feeder.

Here are a few of the most avid doughheads.

Female red-bellied woodpecker.


Male dark-eyed junco.


Male northern cardinal.


Female northern cardinal.


Shy male eastern bluebird.


Male house sparrow.


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