Charles, standing by the window this morning, is commenting on the scene outside. Too bad he didn't have his camera running.
"What is Floyd doing sitting in the middle of the field?"
"Oh, I think he's got something."
"Oh, no, it's a mouse. Bad, hunting dog!"
"He's not even eating it! What a bad killer dog!"
"Ha, ha, the raven's going for it!"
"Man, those ravens don't miss much."
Laughter
"Look out, Floyd! That bird's got your mouse!"
"Whoa! You almost got him, Floyd."
Laughter
"Man, those ravens don't miss much."
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