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I see the bird feeders in my garden, where there are currently Starlings (engaged in fisticuffs over who should be allowed on the only remaining suet block) a Magpie (bobbing about on the grass, clutching the peanut machine and evidently trying to shake the lid off), and some Bluetits (waiting in the tree for a human to come out and shoo the aforementioned ruffians away from the birdy cafe and refill all the feeders)
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