What do birds know, anyways?

I just put my 2-year-old down for his afternoon nap and, except for the whir of the heater and the errant coin bouncing around in the dryer, the house is silent for the first time all day. Silence, I’ve found, is a megaphone for whatever is happening inside my own mind. On great days, theContinue reading “What do birds know, anyways?”