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While out walking to complete errands today, I saw a baby sparrow somewhat stranded near the base of a building. I know better than to touch the bird, and I hoped its mother was somewhere nearby. Yet, I rather assumed I knew the impending outcome. Nothing that would stop the rotation of the earth, to …

This morning, sometime around 1:30 a.m., I awoke to the peculiar sounds of a yowling tom cat. Blearily I pushed my pillow aside and tried to discern whether or not I was dreaming or if, indeed, somewhere just outside my bedroom window, a cat was forlornly meowing. In that ever-happy land between awake and asleep, …

My cat Brutus was home. He was time. He was a friend. He was a geographic place. He was safety. He was habit. He was happiness. He was consolation. He was companion. He was comic. He was antagonist. He was from a certain time in my life. He created laughter and destroyed shoes. He was …

My urban friend can now sympathize with the farmers. He recently purchased a bird feeder, and while at the store, was amazed by the large sized bags of bird feed that were on display next to the feeders. “Why would you ever buy that much bird seed?” he asked. At the farm, we had many, …

Every childhood should have a spotted pony somewhere in it.