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Munching on the nice new green shoots. I saw her eat an entire sprig of white flowers too - those shrubby things down there by the creek with white flowers are escapees, or perhaps transplantees, from the flower garden under our big oak tree. The people who owned this house for about two years before we bought it (it had been rented by friends of ours prior to that) moved a bunch of daffodils and other flowering things down there and had a wooden bench to sit on and gaze at the creek. I guess. They never bothered to insulate the house, or fix the almost complete lack of wiring though. They were quite odd, those people.