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Hu-Dad was working away in his study when he noticed that several of us were doing some window shopping.
Hu-Dad checked all of the usual suspects. Our neighbors were not riding their horses (aka, big dogs) down the horse trail in front of the house. No bears. No deer. No coyote.
The answer is that we have a small family that has set up home in front of our house.
For some odd reason, Hu-Dad will not let us go out front and say hello. so we have to be content with staring through the window.
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