By Mary Jane Wilkie As I approached the building, it was there, on the threshold, wedged (by its own efforts) between the door and the door jamb. A small bird, brown/gray like many, moving slightly (or I would not have seen it). Not knowing what to do, I opened the door and it flew—or rather...

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