Comments for: Aviary appreciation just one of a father’s legacies

The day was beautiful, a perfect promise of spring. Except for slushy clumps here and there, the snow had vanished. In its wake, warming temperatures had begun to pull crocuses and tulips from the ground, and the trees showed the barest tint of color as buds appeared. The… Read More
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