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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Bird Brain

When they start in at 4:10 a.m. it sounds like they’re roosting inside my skull. Wild birds begin singing to one another when sunrise is still a rumor. It’s my fault. I feed them and provide them with water. During daylight hours, I love my informal backyard aviary. Lately, I’m too sleepy to care much when the neighborhood Cooper’s hawk makes another feathery kill.


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