The robins have multiplied. Last week there was only a flash of scarlet in the bush, now there are streaks of red. Out walking I bow to the little bird bouncing along through the trees and, as it swoops in a neat knot to pluck a fat mosquito from the air, I ask, How do you know it’s …
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