Schultz: Old friends bring memories with them
Our houseguests from Australia had just arrived, when the tufted titmouse began warbling from its perch over our kitchen sink.
The family of six fell silent. “What was that?” Greg asked.
I pointed to our Audubon singing bird clock on the wall. “A different bird every hour, on the hour,” I chirped.
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