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A blonde-haired child wearing a red T-shirt inserts himself between two of the musicians. He blows his new, quacking whistle with pride, keeping in time with the music effortlessly.
Sitting on a telephone wire, silhouetted against the bright morning sky, his chest is puffed out proudly. Opening his tiny beak, he broadcasts his presence to the whole blue tit world – I am here and this is my town.