My listening prowess is at the apex of this current year. After completing the owl survey, 3 marsh bird surveys and 3 frog and toad surveys, my ears are a finely tuned instrument. By the time March of 2018 comes around I will have lost my auditory muscles and my listening skills will be as weak and flabby as any couch potato. All winter long all I hear are about a dozen birds. So it should be no wonder I didn't get any sleep in the tent on Fourth of July eve.
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