The baby sat nestled in her pumpkin seat, looking out the window.
A robin lighted on a stone wall. The baby watched it jerk its head around, then fly away. It filled her with wonder.
A year later, she stood at the same window. Again, she saw a robin.
“Bird,” her mother said, pointing.
“Bird,” the toddler repeated.
One morning, a few years later, the little girl pulled open her back door and sprang outside. The sound and sudden movement startled a small flock of robins perched in a sugar maple, and they flew off. But the girl didn’t notice as she ran next door to play with her friend.
A robin lighted on a stone wall. The baby watched it jerk its head around, then fly away. It filled her with wonder.
A year later, she stood at the same window. Again, she saw a robin.
“Bird,” her mother said, pointing.
“Bird,” the toddler repeated.
One morning, a few years later, the little girl pulled open her back door and sprang outside. The sound and sudden movement startled a small flock of robins perched in a sugar maple, and they flew off. But the girl didn’t notice as she ran next door to play with her friend.
