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It was just before dawn in April of this year when I heard it for the first time.


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I looked around in my darkened kitchen for the source, but my kids were padding downstairs hungry and already full of questions and dream remnants, so I ignored the sound and got back to breakfast and answers.


Toast, eggs, oatmeal, and yogurt.

Yes, you can go to your friend’s house for an hour after school.

No, you may not wear your soccer cleats to class for show and tell.


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It was my son who spotted it first. “Is that a bird?”

“Why’s he doing that?” my daughter asked.

I followed their wide eyes to the high window above the living room and outside the window there he was ... a small, unassuming, brown bird. Despite his size, he was clacking his beak into the glass with such intensity I was sure he’d crack the pane.

“I don’t know honey …”


We all watched his bizarre practice with interest until my husband entered the room. “What are you coconuts doing? Can we let nature be nature and get back to our breakfast, please?” We smiled, laughed, and did just that. And let nature be nature.


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I came home later in the afternoon after a day of work and sat my things down in the foyer. I rubbed my temples and went straight to the kitchen for some tea. Just as the pot started to brew, waves of steam escaping from the spout -


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The sound was so loud in the quiet house, I jumped. I turned and there was the hearty little bird, undeterred from the hours between the morning and now. I walked closer, into the living room and watched in wonder. He or perhaps she… yes, I think she was puffing her chest.