By Pat Magness The front page of our local paper recently featured a photo of a bluebird balanced precariously on a slender branch, a large strawberry in its open beak, and scruffy-looking baby bluebirds to the right and left, both squawking for food. You might ask how a printed photograph could squawk, and all I can say is that I could tell these babies were hungry and I could hear them squawking right off the page. I identify with that little bluebird. Much of my adult life has been consumed with feeding the hungry, sometimes the squawking hungry, sometimes the