Every year I forget how yellow the robins' beaks are until the robins reappear in March. And of course robins' breasts aren't red. They are orange.
For decades, I've been watching robins turn their heads to detect red worms under grass, and I still don't know if they are turning their heads to look or to listen or both. It's almost like I don't want to know the answer to the question.
Every year the bright yellow of the beaks is like the latest worm: actual and fresh.
How does such a detail advance the cause of justice on Earth?
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