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707 West Springfield
Urbana, Illinois
June 12, 1958

Dear folks,

I don't know what became of our last letter-- perhaps it blew off your porch while you were away?

Dinner is cooking and Jack is out with the bird. Every noon when Jack comes up for lunch and again before dinner we (or, now, he) take the bird outside in his pail. He flys to the rim & hops about outside, sometimes flying short distances. Fully feathered, his tail grows longer every day.  He still has his cold & sneezes, but is otherwise very perky.  He practices pecking & will eat moving objects from the palm but not fruit. We'll just have to keep him until he can take care of himself.

I take him to work & feed him quite often there, mostly cherries & egg. There are two cherry trees down a block (like yours).

Work is fairly hectic, since the office was without a full-time girl for a month.  Things like filing, budget keeping (I spent the entire afternoon checking & adding figures, nearly went blind) and routine jobs never got done. I am still a terrible typist. However the men