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THE THRUSH

Dear Miss Iforton,—l am writing io tell you about a dear old thrush who sits and pings on the very top of our puriri tree. It sings from a quarter to eeven till halfpast qight. Even on wet days it sings, bo I have drawn a littlo •picture of it.,for yoti. It is not' a bit frightened, for there are no naughty cats to kill it. Our kitten /is not old enough yet to catch birds. That is all I have to say the old thrush.—With much love, from your pen-friend Estelle Uorton, Lucerno Eoad, Kcmuera

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21248, 30 July 1932, Page 4 (Supplement)

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THE THRUSH New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21248, 30 July 1932, Page 4 (Supplement)

THE THRUSH New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIX, Issue 21248, 30 July 1932, Page 4 (Supplement)