A woman living on a street slowly returning to wooded
scrub land greets us with a smile. I remember
her from a week or two ago. All the windows
are open, no screens, door flung wide to the outside. This is unusual in one of the many parts of
the city where most of the inhabited homes are secured with steel crime guards. I ask about the robins nest tucked into a
corner of her listing porch awning. She
says the baby birds are visible from the front door. I notice them on the way out. The smell inside her home is overpowering, the
water supply shut off. Empty pet food
cans, water bowls, plastic crates, and nesting blankets on the floor are
evidence the woman cares for many pets. Dogs
bark from the other side of a closed door.
A cat is poised to reenter the house.
Soon, the young robins will vacate the nest, leave this place for good.
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