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The calm after the storm had the birds on tops of trees pouring out into the air. Songs of chaffinch, robin and dunnock set the mind on warmth and nostalgia whilst the nodding heads of mallard, the strutting male goldeneye and feet fighting coot charged your anticipation of what changes lie ahead.
The nearly bittern, seen by others, always remained a reed stem or two from view but the voices of bearded tits felt like friends returning from war.
Converstation with GPC in the middle of the Humber Bridge informed me that during the River's latest watercolour of a farwell sky the sharp, black lines of 2 peregrine cut across the evening embers to take roost on the Towers of the Humber Bridge.
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