From "Notes from Mexico"

When I was a little girl I was obsessed with tree climbing. I thought if I climbed to the top of a tree I could get a tree to talk. There was one tree in my parents yard, this one was my favorite. When my parents got divorced and we moved out of the house, I perched my favorite Christmas ornament on one of its branches. This ornament was a lifelike bird with feathers. It had claws made out of wire. I hope I wrapped it tight enough. I would like to think that the bird is still there, but isn’t it terrible what happens in the weather.