Where babies come from

The Orange-Beaked Thieves

On the porch, swaddled in muslin, a baby wailed. Tom Brown and his wife Cara looked at each other in surprise. They’d prayed and prayed—they’d prayed so much that it had become more superstition than faith, and now here it was, a baby. Tom pointed to the lawn where a white-breasted stork stabbed at the ground with a sharp orange beak.

Cara picked up the…