Woe is me. I am bereft. My Spotted Whistling Ducks have left.
Five there were just yesterday. All upped sticks and gone away.
Thirtynine days and 40 nights. End so close to Biblical flights.
Sought solace in poetry on ducks. None to be had. It all sucks!
The end
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Lament for southern Black-throated Finches
Hollow logs for at risk birdies? Nature's nest boxes if you please Oh, such a clever wheeze So gather in twos and threes? Hundreds you w...
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Hollow logs for at risk birdies? Nature's nest boxes if you please Oh, such a clever wheeze So gather in twos and threes? Hundreds you w...
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