When I was a small boy I learned to love birds from my grandmother who I lived with as a boy. She especially loved the Red Robins who came every spring to Colorado. My grandparent’s house had a big picture window in the living room. One day a robin flew into the window because she had just cleaned it. It broke her heart. My sweet grandmother loved those Red Robin’s so much that she never cleaned that window ever again.
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