It was a typical summer day on our market farm in Maryland, 35 minutes north of Baltimore, with 92 degrees and high humidity. The “feel like” temperature, which is big with the local weather people, was 105 degrees! Stopping midway through my work in one of the vegetable plots to pull up my t-shirt and wipe my dripping brow, I noticed an odd-looking bird in the green bean plot nearby. Actually, the bird wasn’t odd-looking....
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