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Towhee didn’t hear her son’s approach, though she certainly noticed when a shadow fell across the doorway of their little roost beneath the willow tree. She sat up with a sniffle. She thought she caught a whiff of food, though she couldn’t be entirely sure with her nostrils mostly blocked.

Hey, come inside but maybe stay in the doorway. I don’t want you to catch this cold, it’s pretty miserable, Towhee said, her typical cadence made even thicker by a bad case of congestion.