The asparagus spears snapped in my hands. Then, the sound: a squeak of shoes on a gym floor, sharp and unmistakable, falling from the canopy of the Silver Maple. A Rose-breasted Grosbeak.
I scanned the leaves on the walk back to the house. I hoped it would not be long before I caught a glimpse of him.
I stood inside watching. Sparrow…
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