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Show 79, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] It's the first warm day of Spring, Row had written, and the cardinals and titmice have thought of their happy tunes, their treble calls. And in the matter of the latter, I've had to refer to them as the tufted titmice lately; the problems is these little sixth grade boys on the field trips, coming out of that latent phase. . . I bought a 200 mm lens and I've taken good close-ups of a black-and-white and a magnolia warbler. The reedbirds, the bobolinks are new at the marsh, and the fat scarlet tanagers are going like black and red taxicabs in the trees. I believe it's getting like Chaucer said around here, the excited little things 'sleeping all the night with open eye.' The torn swan went down the rill. All this not without results. I know you remember Goosie and Lucy waddling up the hill at us, after the grain. Well, Lucy's on four eggs. The mourning doves are bringing their squabs, and from the hollow tree comes Woody, a |