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Winter creeps across the land where mighty oaks and birch trees stand and insects hid beneath the ground face certain death if they are found by mice or rats...and foxes too nature's food chain survival glue. But up above then canopy buzzards hunt by two or three they square the ground on high patrol in search of rabbit or tasty vole life's bitter struggle is borne this way the same tomorrow as yesterday. And as the winter creep moves on the weakest creatures now all gone rats and rabbits...mice and voles bed down for winter in food-stocked holes yet o'er the land where we draw breath there's barely sign of this fight with death. ©Joe Wilson - The winter struggle...2015
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
The winter struggle...
Winter creeps across the land where mighty oaks and birch trees stand and insects hid beneath the ground face certain death if they are found by mice or rats...and foxes too nature's food chain survival glue. But up above then canopy buzzards hunt by two or three they square the ground on high patrol in search of rabbit or tasty vole life's bitter struggle is borne this way the same tomorrow as yesterday. And as the winter creep moves on the weakest creatures now all gone rats and rabbits...mice and voles bed down for winter in food-stocked holes yet o'er the land where we draw breath there's barely sign of this fight with death. ©Joe Wilson - The winter struggle...2015
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
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