Summary
I noticed the bird I now call Papa flying back and forth outside my patio doors as I was reading the Sunday paper. My son, Will, came to visit for a few days, and on Monday morning, there Papa was again, flying back and forth.
At lunchtime, we sat at the kitchen table by a window that looks down on the back yard to the right, and on the top of an arbor over the patio to the left. There we discovered the bird we now call Mama. She was hunkered down between slats on the arbor, and Papa was pecking into the mulch on the ground around a viburnum.See the full content of this document
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Feathered Friends Bring Joy
"He's got a worm," Will said, and we watched as Papa flew to the top of the arbor and gave Mama the worm. Then Papa flew down ...
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