Birds of almost every size and description have popped up on covers of The New Yorker from time to time. Some of them closely, or at least loosely. resemble actual birds. Others are too whimsical and fanciful to be mistaken for anything that exists in the real world. These are not all birds of a feather, by any means.
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| David Preston (covers untitled until February 1993) |
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