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| Foley Field |
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| Lake Wallace, still and unaware of what is to come. |
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| Here they come! |
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| At the Writing Station, trying our best to convince Desert Toad that a visit to Lake Wallace is the thing to do. |
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| Lots of thoughts, clearly expressed, with capitals, rich language, and periods at the ends of sentences. |
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| At the Tree Station: Stand still while we see ... |
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| ... how tall is that tree? |
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| At the pond station, we get ready, |
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| scoop, |
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| scoop, |
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| and scoop some more. |
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| We examine in basins, |
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| get up close and personal, |
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| and scoop some more because there's just soooo much to see! |
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| sometimes baby turtles just don't make it... circle of life, or maybe just the struggle to survive |
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| At the Identification Station scooping and sorting, |
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| identifying, |
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| and sketching. |
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| Last goodbyes on a gorgeous New England day, |
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| and afterwards, a well-deserved lunch. |
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