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Three t**s were fighting in the garden. They may have been chaffinches, but I think they were t**s, quite possibly blue. All t**s are of the same s*x to me, but I assumed there were two males and one female, but it could have been two females and one male, for who knows the s****l proclivities of t**s? Ornithologists. I am not an ornithologist. I suffer nature, at best, and no doubt it suffers me too, at best. One would remain on a branch or a pot, shouting encouragement, or offering dire threats, or both turn and turn about, whilst the other two darted, diving beneath each other’s wings, or perching an instant only to be dislodged by the rival and all this to the angriest of chirpings. I assumed it was s*x, but it could have just been fun, an excess of joy at being a bird, a wasteful
