
GROWING UP
Bobby stood on my front lawn staring into the bushy juniper. Every now and then, he took up a new position and continued to survey the foliage. I thought he was looking for a lost ball, but it emerged that Bobby had seen a tiny bird in the tree and was worried about it. Then I saw it too: scrawny, gray and sparsely feathered. It slipped down a branch, then down again and again until it was on the ground. “What should I do?” Bobby asked. I looked around to see who he thought c