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An army of black birds glides into the yard.
They are noisy; I hear little besides their chirping and calling.
They peck and pull at the ground; they seem convinced the rain has brought them culinary delights.
My spaniel is confused. Should she give chase? There are so many!
A few minutes later, as if on cue, they rise noisily into the sky only to invade the yard across the street.
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