I wonder what the eagle and hawk think has happened when fog corrupts their vision. I bet there is not a high diving swoop down on mornings like this.
If I were a mouse or bunny rabbit, I would today be free to fete with a Fall Fog Frolic in the forest of fallen leaves no fear of fleeing from flying foe that frighten and feed on furred flesh frequently found feeding in the sunlight.
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