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Woodpecker Or Not a Woodpecker

The cat was outside crouched to the ground, I thought it might have been a robin that he may have found. I looked out the window just in time to see, a strange looking bird staring back at me. It landed on my front lawn trying to get away from the cat, then I happened to yell out "What kind of a bird is that?" I ran out to the kitchen a picture I wanted to take, of a bird I've never seen before no...this bird's not fake. It had the colours of a robin it had at least a four inch beak, I was in total awe of this bird I thought it looked rather neat. I took more than one picture of this strange looking bird, it just sat there looking around from it came not a single word. Copyright Cynthia Jones Mar.24/2016 I'd love to post the picture, so I can get some feedback.

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