We watched the Vaux’s swifts roost at 17th and Agate tonight — a swirling tornado of specks of ash, so quiet you could hear their wings flutter.
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We watched the Vaux’s swifts roost at 17th and Agate tonight — a swirling tornado of specks of ash, so quiet you could hear their wings flutter.