One morning, while preserving high bush cranberries, I heard an explosion coming from our dining room. I ran to investigate and was just in time to see feathers drifting away in the breeze. Two distinct spots of blood and a few tiny feathers smeared the window where two birds had hit the glass at full force. I looked outside and saw David on his knees, two kingfishers cradled on his lap.....
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