“Does he know as much about animals as you used to when you were his age?” “He knows more.” He purses his lips, considering. “But I still try to teach him something new every once in a while so he doesn’t think I’m completely useless,” he adds with a grin. “What are you teaching him about now?” Ambrose looks at me, a flicker of something resembling affection there one second and gone the next. “Hummingbirds.”
