As the tractor came down the paddock, the Black Kites sat patiently waiting in the furrows.
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Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER doesn't mean I'm LOST
Just because I WANDER doesn't mean I'm LOST
As the tractor came down the paddock, the Black Kites sat patiently waiting in the furrows.
Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER doesn't mean I'm LOST 