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The Predator - by Una

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I've turned the garden hose on the bloody drongo 3 times now; I hope he's got the message!

I hope he flies soon; I'll be out all day tomorrow.

At 5.45pm and almost dark, he has Gone. I can only hope he has Flown at last.