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The wood thrushes are back. For years I only rarely heard them. Now, the morning is filled with their pre-dawn liquefactions. Am I too greedy to now want the whippoorwills to come home? I used to slow down as I approached puddles in the nearly dark, dusk half-mile of our lane because they would be bathing
there and I did not want to scare them too badly. I still stop at the puddles, but there are no whippoorwhills. Why can't I just be grateful for the wood thrushes? #smallstories