Mom is always rescuing something. Me. The poodle straying on the Ditch Trail last week.
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This nestling sparrow. She's named him/her "East"--his real nest is on the
east side of the house, but too high for her to get him back where he belongs. And s/he reminds Mom of
Are You My Mother? by P.D.
Eastman.
Mom's mind works in mysterious ways sometimes. All I know is that East smells really really good.
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