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Danielle Corrie
After a while the cockatoo squawks in a quiet tone, before spreading its large majestic wings to fly away.
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Danielle Corrie
As I touch the fruit many drop into my hand and, not long after, my bag is full.
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David Wong
As the end of my lunch hour approaches, I know that I have barely scratched the surface, and tomorrow I will barely scratch it again.
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Allie Nance
She stayed close and we continued to watch her for a while, enjoying this urban bird that we were seeing with entirely new eyes.
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Dasni De Silva
I conclude my walk by the river, feeling refreshed in body and in mind, thankful for the lessons learnt in silence.
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By John Martin
The first thing I notice is a gang of kookaburras sitting on the powerlines. I think to myself: are they going to have a laugh?
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