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I saw a blue tit land on the hedge near their nest box recently. He had food in his beak, and shortly afterwards the female left the box and flew over to him. She stood there fluttering her wings, which is bird language for ‘gimme, gimme, gimme.’ So he gave her the food. I tell you, it’s a hard life being a man. All she has to do is sit on the eggs all day while he does all the work.
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