sed to be when a bird ﬂew into a window, Milly and Twissgot a visit. Milly would put a kettle on and set out whateverculinary adventure she’d gone on that day. For morning ar-rivals, she offered her famous vanilla drop biscuits and raspberryjam. Twiss would get the medicine bag from the hall closet and ster-ilize the tools she needed, depending on the seriousness of the injury.A wounded limb was one thing. A wounded crop was another.People used to come from as far away as Reedsburg and Wil-ton. Milly would sit with them while Twiss patched up the
poor old robin
sweet little meadowlark.
Over the years, the number of visitors had dwindled. Now that the grocery store sold ready- bakebiscuits and jelly in all the colors of the rainbow, people didn’t botheras much about birds.On a particularly low morning, while the two sisters were hav-ing tea and going over their chore lists, Milly pulled back the curtainswhen she heard an engine straining on one of the nearby hillsides.When all she saw was the empty gravel drive, the hawkweed pokingup along the edges, she let go of them.“We should be glad,” she said. “Maybe the birds are gettingsmarter.”Twiss brought the breakfast dishes to the sink. They were down
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