It\u2019s early in the morning and you\u2019re sitting outside of your favourite coffee shop. Wisps of steam lazily drift from your cup, climbing toward a sky generously painted in all shades of dawn. You pay no mind to the sluggish jam of traffic as it crawls by, nor do you heed the snippets of chatter from the kindred spirits sitting around you, guided back to life by their own hot beverages. Perhaps too hot. You\u2019ve decided to work on your croissant until your coffee has cooled enough to spare your tongue. It is in that moment, as you are enjoying your pastry, that you hear a cavalry of familiar sounds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Squee! Chuk, chuk! T-zhreeee!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Despite the paper you spent the better half of the night crying over, you cannot help but smile now, your spirit reinvigorated as you gaze upon the flock of grey-brown and glossy-black birds. Euphagus cyanocephalus<\/em>, the humble Brewer\u2019s blackbird! They\u2019re not too subtle about their desire for your breakfast; luckily, as an avid birder, you never go anywhere without a handful of birdseed in your pocket. Now, as you sip gingerly at your coffee, watching the little birds peck at their bounty, you begin to feel renewed. It\u2019s hard to have a bad day when you see the sunrise hit those sleek feathers. A chorus of metallic greens and blues shimmering across lustrous black. A modest hymn of foggy greys and browns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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