Instead of a golden hour, it was more like a few golden minutes. Tom Skilling said the clouds might break toward the end of the day, but they held tight until the very end when the sun finally emerged from the main cloud layer only to sink into another layer of clouds before it disappeared into the horizon. The shorties had not been too active, but as luck would have it one did decide to start hunting during the golden minute, now if only . . . it . . . would . . . fly . . . over . . . here . . .
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