On a recent dreary morning — mist and rain, soggy ground — I dragged out of bed, shuffled off to the kitchen, put a pot on and stared out my window. What I saw changed my world. It was a red, red ...
A dozen American robins were singing exuberantly when I went outside this morning. Almost six months have passed since I last heard them utter anything other than their usual emphatic chirping.
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