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The sparrows which nest in spring at the very peak of a wood-frame Christmas tree tacked to the front of the house are back -- back and building, refurbishing, and repairing the nest.
Or maybe I shouldn't say they're back.
I don't know if it's the same sparrows that were there last year. Perhaps I should be able to distinguish them and greet them by name, but I can't. They are tan and skittish when I come near to watch them build ... just as I know they will be fiercely protective once the eggs are laid and need caring for.
That was the way it was last year and the year before.
Same home.
Different year.
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