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TUFT
Many of my bird friends have brought me joy. A titmouse whom I named Tuft became a welcome visitor. We nally reached the point where I would open the sliding door to my deck part way and, not knowing if she was about, whistle, imitating her call. If I were lucky, she would come ying in non-stop from deep in the woods and perch on my hand which I poked out through the door opening. She would pick up one of the sun ower seeds that was lying there, carry it o somewhere to eat, and then return for another. You can’t help but feel some kind of magic when those tiny, spindly feet grip your nger.
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