So, there I was, trimming the edges to one of my lawns, next to the hedge that grows away from the left of my lounge window.
I heard the familiar ruffling of little feathers and couldn't resist a quick look inside. So upon parting the covering foliage and poking my face into the core of the hedge I came face to face with about thirty pairs of tiny eyes, all less than a foot from the end of my nose. All quite placid, tranquil, all peering back at me with what may have been amusement on their feathered faces

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