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[su_service title=”Louisiana Outdoor Writers Association” icon=”https://bayouwoman.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/LowaLogo.png” icon_color=”#4C9900″ size=”40″]This article received 1st Place in the Electronic Division of the 2015 LOWA Excellence in Craft Competition.[/su_service] Once upon a time, there were three siblings, two sisters and a brother, who lived in the city. Prone to adventure beyond what their concrete sidewalks and manicured lawns offered, they…
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Guess who's coming to town Friday?
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Cool! I’m jealous. I never get to see Horned owls.
Would you believe there were three in our backyard at one time, all talking to each other? He rushed inside out of breath and begged to borrow my camera. And this is what he came back with!