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We came home from the San Jose library (success! found the book they claimed I still had out in the reshelving area. So I was able to check it out again.) and there was a male sparrow holding forth from the edge of the rain gutter. His missus was below, on the metal shade at the top of the living room window. Neither showed any inclination to budge when the car entered the driveway and disgorged humans with bags of books.
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