For twenty minutes after sunrise, my front yard seethes with juncos, all flutter and twitter as they glean seeds from old weeds. I go down later to inspect: winding lines of double arrows in the snow.

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    1. I love how their plumage so often is a mirror for the wintry world, gray above, white below.

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