T WAS STILL EARLY ENOUGH IN the pandemic that my Zoom meetings felt novel, and spring birdsong brought hope of a swift return to normalcy. Then the roar of a gasoline-powered blower drowned out both. The goldfinches outside took flight. Shutting my window only
Birdsong, Interrupted
Mar 17, 2021
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