The monarchs are now over-wintering in the mountains west of Mexico City. On a muddy patch in a clearing, rest these rulers of Michoacán's pine and fir forest. Their compatriots, by the billions (it seems), are clinging to every trunk and branch they can find. Soon they will depart, but their offspring will somehow know where to return next year. [2008]
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