Startled by the hard thunk, thunk.  I looked out the window to investigate the origin of the window hit.  The sounders were two purple finch that lay stunned in the heavy wet snow.  Bringing the birds in the house, I carefully placed them in a brown paper bag.  Closing the top, they were given a quiet, dark environment to recover from the shock of hitting the window.

An hour went by. Checking the bag, one bird lay where I had placed him, the other was up on his feet and ready to get out of Dodge.  Taking the recovered bird outside, he pushed off my hand and flew away without looking back. The second bird remained behind , and would never fly or sing again.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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