I walked along the sandy scrub of a preserve in Central Florida. A banana-sized flutter of blue caught my eye and landed in a short tree to my right. A scratchy sound, like sandpaper scuffing wood, cut through the air. In rapid succession, one, then two, then two more tufts of blue flanked me on all sides.
I …
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