Tales From the Bark Side Column: The angry oriole who sang for his supper
Welcome back to the bark side of life here in Ottertail, where spring evidently hasn't sprung yet. In fact, as I write this column on a Monday morning, the trees are bowing to each other with heavy laden branches of fluffy white frosting.
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