We are halfway through June, the month when all birds are born in a bird bander’s book and the month when all my siblings were born. Just the other night, another little one was born on June 16—my third great grandchild—a boy, six pounds three ounces to my granddaughter, Rachel, and her husband, Chris Tanea, in Rochester. Pictures flew through the airways via text and email before he was an hour old being weighed in his birthday suit. I get to s…
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