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The For Real bird is back – I heard one high in a tree the other morning, and today as well, from our open upstairs window. It’s been on a leave of absence for a while, I don’t know where. This is all just as another person announces their departure.

Much is written about the bittersweet business of friends who move on. This is a person I met through the school and in fact the irony is it’s her who coined the name of that funny bird that toots a loud cry from the tree tops; obviously this is  because it sounds like the bird is saying: ‘For Real’. Funny that the bird reappears just as the friend who named it is on her way to Departures.

I’ve missed the bird’s loud, two-note call, but I wouldn’t call it a fair swap.