There has been a strange bird hanging about for several days. With its ornate song of chirps and trills, I think it must be some sort of lark, but one not common to this place. It spends the afternoons and evenings flying from tree to tree, always alighting at the very tip of the pines, where it proceeds to let out its loud song. Perhaps it is the only one of its kind for miles, and is trying to summon others. It is a very pretty song, but being unique, also a bit sad.
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