Sundown is a pretty time of day. As the sun slips beyond the hills, distinct shadows blend into the gathering gloom. Quite a show plays out overhead, where the last rays keep the treetops ablaze for a while longer. Dimming light in the bottomland brings squirrels out to forage, and the singing, fluttering, hopping birds of the day retire in favor of the less vocal species which scratch about in the leaf litter; and the owls which hoot in the distance or silently wing through the trees. The deer will begin filtering from their beds to favorite browsing areas.
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