From Canadian Wildlife Federation Photo of the Day; February 28, 2018:
Tree Swallows (Tachycineta bicolor) in a snowstorm in Whitehorse, Yukon
Photographer: Keith Williams
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From Canadian Wildlife Federation Photo of the Day; February 28, 2018:
Tree Swallows (Tachycineta bicolor) in a snowstorm in Whitehorse, Yukon
Photographer: Keith Williams
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