I'm posting this email from Barb, because it's so... Barb. I just love her. She can write something like this and just make the smallest little news item about her day into something so memorable and so literary.



At 8:40 a.m., a sweet, plump little songbird with a yellow feathered
head flew smack into our clear kitchen window. He or she hit the window
sideways, somewhat flattening the side of its body. Death came quickly.
It twitched for several seconds and then died. All animals were kept
inside the house for 1 hour out of respect for the bird. Also, to give
it a chance to revive itself. This did not prove to be successful.

The bird was buried with honors and sympathy in the backyard. Officials,
taking inspiration from Julie Andrews, tried to whistle a happy tune.
The dog was uninterested. One of the owners of the house noted how
beautifully Virginia cleaned the window last week. "I saw her gather
newspaper, dampen it a little, and clean the window. Her daughter
noticed my gaze and said 'that's how they do it in the old country.' It
sure looks clean! I told her. I had no idea that such excellent cleaning
could lead to today's sad loss."

A trust fund for the surviving members of the little bird's family has
been established at the Rockin' Robin National Bank.

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