The robins are back in southern Iowa. I sit on my balcony, basking in climate change. Two male robins fight each other across the rapidly-greening backyard, their little red chests puffed out and wings fluttering madly. A third perches on the empty birdbath; he watches like a referee, or like he has dibs on the winner. The whistle of a passing train com…
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