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See, we just hang around for the winter-fest, safety
in numbers, man! I mean, there's some real tykes
round here. If it's not those 'orrible harriers' that
come across the water like a rocket going sideways,
ripping us poor coots to shreds and gobbling us up,
it's those blanky sparrow hawks. Same tactics,
sneak along the reeds and a dive along the surface,
and the next thing you know, you're gone, man! Not
cool, that. So we stay in big bunches so as to keep
'em' confused, ya know..
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