D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

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Bear continues to shed. I can see the feathers working their way to the surface as he walks along. Luckily, in this colder weather he happily gallops out into the yard, bounds around in the shrubbery at the park, and does a full walk without drooping for want of a drink. So he's clearly happy still having his fur coat, and maybe it will eventually stop replacing itself in such a wholesale fashion. Meanwhile, we leave a trail of brown hair.