Every morning we would climb onto Grandma's couch that slide up to the table in front of the window to look out for the birds that visited the feeders she and my Grandpa tended to. On the breakfast table was a pair of binoculars and a bird identification book. Maybe they helped us look for birds to keep us little one's busy, but we loved the time looking for one very special bird, the Cardinal. She loved those bright red birds, especially against the white snow that drifted on the hills…
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