The Birds Return

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Today I spot my first robin, rather my first robins.  A flock of them searches out worms in a patch of sad-looking grass exposed by the receding snow.    Just across the road, in the wetlands preserve, a red-winged blackbird perches on a well-weathered cattail.  I roll down the window to listen for its trilled tune but it seems momentarily preoccupied with the finer points of survival.

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