Northern Flicker

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I was hanging out at the bog one fine summer day, probably contemplating the meaning of life or some other deep philosophical thought. No, food, I was definitely thinking about food. Anyway, I noticed a pair of feet in front of me but I couldn’t tell who it was because the rest of him was obscured by leaves. Carefully and quietly I leaned over to try and catch a glimpse. Further and further I stretched until finally our eyes did meet, it’s the photographer! I love that dude, but why do I always fly away!?!