First Times
This is a reprint of a column I wrote and published online in October 2008. I'd forgotten I'd even written this. :)
The chubby little goldfinch sat on the feeder perch, cheeping loudly. Now and then, he (or she) would peck at the plastic, trying to get to the thistle within.
The kid hadn’t figured it out. But his pare…
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