First Bird   Short beaked, needing more than insects, poor at digging in the ground, it wakes in deepest night to check ultraviolet light— because worms emerge in dark to mate, hating light and sun, and writhing earthworms make its early meal. So a single hunting call shatters silence with its spell while dark still drapes the sleeping world, and carries us from harm on a perfect pitch of sound, across the risky wolf hours into dawn. Olivia Byard