It had been a long day eating at the feeder and on the ground for Mr Titmouse. There was constant activity amongst the mammals and the avians. He spotted a small peanut in the grass halfway between the giving stone and the house. Normally he would have swooped over with a lot of wing action to brake. But now, late in the afternoon, he simply flew over and arriving over the peanut, tucked in his left wing, dropped and stuck his right wing out enough to effortlessly spiral to the snack like a maple seed whirligig.
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