To make a basic point, let’s stroll into an alternative universe where song sparrows sound a little unusual. It’s spring, and a young male perched on top of a shrub is belting out, “The hills are alive with the sound of music. . . .” When he finishes, the older male who owns the territory sings the same verse.
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