A bumblebee works wild plum blossoms as a Blue Jay lands on the top of a nearby serviceberry, releasing a cascade of white petals fluttering through the morning light. The air is perfume. Then a soft, elaborate song emanates from the woods. It is hard to believe it comes from such a tiny thing. A winter wren, hiding in brush, fills the …
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