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Deep snow is hard on the birds. A mile north of Lostine, my mom’s buffet of thistle and corn and sunflowers seed—aswarm this time of year with finches, juncos, sparrows, doves, starlings and melodious red-winged blackbirds—has prompted two pedestrian neighbors to name her place, wishfully, “Springtime Corners.” Most mornings, a pair of flickers shows up to patiently worry the stock in my own bird feeder in Lostine proper. The juncos tumble around the flickers like disciples.