This one is a bit of fun after watching a newly fledged blue tit chase its mother (or father?) for morsels around and aroundand in and out of the forsythia bush in our garden.
pip pip pip pipes the fledged blue tit after mummy blue tit for a new tit bit as she flew bit and bit branch and branch tip and tip cannot sit sit sit chased by blue baby tit piping pip piping pip piping pip pip pip
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