Lots of blooming birds. Why anyone would want to put a partridge up a pear tree is beyond me. Them turtle doves makes a right racket, I don't know what them French hens are talking about but it don't sound polite, and as for them calling birds. Four of 'em, at the corners of the garden, all yelling at each other 'over 'ere!' and 'oi!' and 'what?'. I told 'em, you can all sit in a tree and talk to each other quiet or I'm calling the cat. That fettled 'em.
So what's tomorrer?
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