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Last fall, my nine year old daughter and I spent a couple of hours building a bird house out of some scrap lumber. I put it out before winter thinking maybe some poor bird soul would welcome a new domicile. Every once in a while, I perused our creation to see if anyone had checked in. Lo and behold! tonight someone was indeed at home. My daughter was thrilled. (I thought it was kind of cool, too…)

My new, non-paying backyard tenant

My new, non-paying backyard tenant

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