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The geese are talking much these days just over the way a field next the shore moves to their webbed dancing a place of safety from all on the hunt for flesh and bones feathered. We have no foxes here, our Island, small oasis in the sea; the most the geese have to be alert to are Man and egg loving Hedgehogs.
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Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
Egg Loving Hedgehogs
The geese are talking much these days just over the way a field next the shore moves to their webbed dancing a place of safety from all on the hunt for flesh and bones feathered. We have no foxes here, our Island, small oasis in the sea; the most the geese have to be alert to are Man and egg loving Hedgehogs.
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Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
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