He was singing on my fire escape a minute ago, and I loved the sounds he was making! So did Bleecker. Ah, is it a robin? I just googled it and I think it’s a robin. I wish I could have robins flying around my apartment. Except for the mess. And the fact that they’d soon be murdered by cats. Thanks for stopping by, little guy.
I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.View all posts by Stacy Horn →