The sparrows are getting fat. This summer, my 97-year old mom has decided she’s nearing her end. In the meantime, she’s determined that the birds be well fed. The goal is less feeding their hunger than her boredom. Stuck in her wheelchair, she is parked on the back porch from morning to dusk, with visitors invited to…
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