Blue bird,pink bird,orange bird,black bird. Wow. A beak festival. No headdresses required. Just peck peck peck. Now that is remarkable particularly when in such perfected rhythm. Thrusting throwing thieving taking telling. And a bowl of grain giggling to a floor. "I contain" said the bowl. "Whilst you are simply walked on, brushed and hoovered". Then a spotty bird flew in and landed on the doormat singing. To which there was a resulting silence from the colourful feathers. But to arrange is not to dominate. Or dedicate. Nor is it to designate. Meeting movingly mingling minds. The birds stood facing. Then a racoon entered the building with a large multi track cd player. To this there was response. Much swooping. Much flapping. And all formations were displayed. Such wondrous colour. Charms. Cape not a crampon then. Bowl span. Guidelines. *** ornithological z
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