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  • This young purple finch has been singing outside my office window for several days. After day four of listening to him sing, I decided he was now my friend and I needed to give him a proper name.

    Last night, as we walked down by the water at sunset, I asked Billy what I should name him. I said that he has a lovely voice, he's sort of a crooner. Billy said how about naming him Bennet after Tony Bennet? So, Bennet it is. It fits him perfectly.

    I watch now as Bennet pecks at the birdseed I have sprinkled on the porch roof under my window. We have a symbiotic relationship. I give Bennet cracked sunflower seeds and he gives me a full heart.
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