The first bird flew right into one of our sliding glass doors. It was Tuesday afternoon and I was home between my morning and evening classes. I heard the thunk from the living room and knew what it was before I asked Marshall what it was. I peeked over the lip of the house and the bird lay there in a twitching crumple. “I don’t think he’s going to make…
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