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We spent much of the weekend watching the antics of a seal on the old Quay of Clonmines at the bottom of the garden. He seemed to be sunning himself on the mud, only moving occasionally. It may be that he was drawn by the sound of children laughing... or perhaps by the intermitted buzzing of my husband's drill as I successfully constructed two raised beds. Last week a cormorant spent the night in the old beech tree down in the corner over the river, and before he (or she) left, he was joined by an egret which stood immobile on the Quay. The bird identifier book is on the counter in the sunroom, and I hope that the boys will not need to use it as much as I do !
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