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I love birds (and I mean the feathered variety)and often watch them soaring past in the sky or flitting through bushes, with something like envy in my soul. Yet it was once pointed out to me that birds – like most wild things – probably spend large parts of their lives in terror and are constantly on the search for food and shelter, lest they or their precious offspring suffer and die. So – says she, in one of her wearier, more depressed moments – not so much different from female existence in this vale of tears, then......(ok, ok, I know I'll feel better tomorrow – and that's a comfort denied to your average feather-brained bird!!)
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