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...single bird may produce more than a dozen different songs and calls, and plumage may vary widely by sex, age, region and season. Even if a species is seen for only a second, a top birder can sift through all the clues and come up with the right identification most of the time. "In part, birding is a mental challenge," says Dunne. "It attracts a disproportionate number of doctors and engineers -- people whose jobs involve the same kind of deductive reasoning birders...
...above paragraphs suggest some of the dynamics of student political demonstrations. It is up to sincere citizens in other countries to sift the meager news from China and push further in the effort to match in the thinking of us outsiders the sophistication that infuses Chinese politics. The first rule is, don't rely on "experts...
Locally they are known as "scraphogs," and a few wear T shirts with a cartoon of a wild boar grinding a bomb in its teeth. Just after dawn each day, about 40 gather at the hillside, pick up pails and sift through the dirt and sagebrush for rusted metal and twisted steel. They occasionally dig up the nozzle of a Polaris missile or the casing of a 1,000-lb. bomb. Under the pitiless Nevada sun, each averages 1,000 lbs. of scrap metal a day. "It's rough work," says Billy Marshall of Hawthorne, Nev. "When I started, young...
Altman does an equally amazing job of translating Shepard's fascination with the role of myth. In Fool For Love, and other Shepard dramas, characters provide conflicting versions of the past, leaving the audience to sift through an ash-heap of half-truths and seeming contradictions. Altman, ingeniously, lets the camera paint the past, while the characters consciously or unconsciously falsify it. In one scene, May describes her mother holding her hand so hard she fears her bones might crack. The camera shows mother and daughter walking at a distance. Eddie describes the night he and his father stroll silently...
Once the fires died down, the survivors returned to sift through the ruins. Raúl Peña Duarte, 44, stared numbly at the rubble of a three-room house that had sheltered him, his wife, four children from ten to 16, his mother-in-law and her sister. "All my family died there," he said. "I had gone to work. They were all asleep. A piece of one of the tanks went through there and then everything burned. I think I will leave here. What's left here...