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OPEN EYES

Every morning when I come downstairs, there is a thrush ou the lawn hunting his breakfast. I throw sonic crumbs to him, then presently a blackbird comes, then they twitter to one another. After a while they both fly away with something in his beak. Fairiel, I wonder if they have a wife at homo sitting on some speckled eggs? "SUNBEAM." Hataitai.

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Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 92, 19 April 1930, Page 14

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OPEN EYES Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 92, 19 April 1930, Page 14

OPEN EYES Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 92, 19 April 1930, Page 14