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7 | (continued) As if for compensation, one of my duties around Boss’s manse was to refill the bird feeder, which was drained every three or four days by a horde of hungry passerines (perching birds): jays, starlings, chickadees, nuthatches, shy mourning doves, sparrows galore, red-winged blackbirds from a small nearby marsh, surely all the birds I had heard in the woods (which I could not afford to feed), plus a pack of squirrels that put by far the greatest dent in that supply. |
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