Then a flutter in the brush caught her eye. They sat still as a robin-size bird with a long graceful tail bounced in the undergrowth. "Is it a brown thrasher?" Margaret whispered.
Bill hesitated before he spoke. "No," he said. "It's a beige dolorosa."
Margaret squinted at him. "Are you sure?"
Bill's eyes were smiling. "Come on. Let's move." He stood up and the bird darted away.
—Dan O'Brien, Brendan Prairie
Photos by Jessica Farrell-Churchill.
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