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They catch insects in their beaks, barely touching the river’s rushing surface. Dipping and diving, they carry Spring on their wings.
A dash of white and brown rushes into the room. He’s here, he’s there, he’s everywhere! Tail a blur of wagging bliss, thrilled beyond excitement. A happy little soul, a bouncing ball of energy.
They graze quietly by the motorway, as we rush past. One stops to stand and stare at us, who have no time to do the same.