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Their Daily Bread Cut out that squawking It's not yours Hey you - are you the elder? That dry stale piece of toast will feed all of you! Where's Jonathon when you need him? Birds of a feather? Not necessarily... as three crows joined the lot of screeching pink-legged gulls The gulls were stupid as not one stood watch while the crows stole their meal. Such is the almost daily show down by the seaside. Sometimes I wonder about us humans! |
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