Hooded oriole house hunter



 I’ve been house-hunting for months, occasionally using as my base of operations my former home in a trailer park in rural Agoura.
It’s been a discouraging business, with inventory low and prices high.
The lady who bought my place graciously invites me to house-sit while she is away. Feeling blue one day, I sat in my former front garden and stared at my old trailer.
I was letting my mind unwind from the stress of peering inside a lot of rotting or rotten abodes when I noticed a strand of Cr...

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