Walking to the library on a cold and quiet Saturday morning, I see baker’s half-dozen of
grackles in the middle of what is ordinary street. They’re very excited by a couple of bread slices that have been squashed flat by traffic. The birds squawk and peck furiously at the pieces of bread, but mostly at each other. It is better, apparently, to keep
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...but how many is a baker's half dozen? Six grackles and one without a head?
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