Tom spent hours watching.
Secreted in the bushes, camera poised.
There had been a couple of hairy moments when he'd been questioned
but he'd managed to convince them it was purely innocent
and so he'd continued with his passion.
All he asked was just one glimpse of
the White-Crowned Sparrow reported in the area.
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