A small flock of partridges lives in the canyon above my house. Lately, they have gathered on the hill outside my office window, where I watch them make tracks in the virgin snow and glide down the slope on their bellies.


by J.D. Stein
A small flock of partridges lives in the canyon above my house. Lately, they have gathered on the hill outside my office window, where I watch them make tracks in the virgin snow and glide down the slope on their bellies.


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