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When we brought Robyn home, it was February and my father said “I saw my first robin today!” None of us believed him until he opened his winter coat and her little head poked out. It was love at first site, with her crooked little ear and tiny stub of a tail, and the way she’d sit splay-legged when happy. She was a little goof, my best girl, and my sweetest bearded lady.