“Dawn Chorus, Singer no. 3”
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The first glimmer of light at daybreak. The rustle of leaves. Small souls flit and jostle for position. A shake of feathers, an in-breath and the first note of morning is sung. A circle takes shape in the gloom, here, here, here and there, like an echo. Spilling out with trill sounds, spiralling through the wood. A wonderful melody roll call welcoming the new day, signalling with beautiful delight!
Singer no.3 is 13cm high. A mighty soloist but also a sweet soprano.
Feathers from pheasant and mallard are gathered from the wild.
Standing on a decorative, cushioned whisky bung.
“Dawn Chorus, Singer no. 3”
POSTAGE ADDED
The first glimmer of light at daybreak. The rustle of leaves. Small souls flit and jostle for position. A shake of feathers, an in-breath and the first note of morning is sung. A circle takes shape in the gloom, here, here, here and there, like an echo. Spilling out with trill sounds, spiralling through the wood. A wonderful melody roll call welcoming the new day, signalling with beautiful delight!
Singer no.3 is 13cm high. A mighty soloist but also a sweet soprano.
Feathers from pheasant and mallard are gathered from the wild.
Standing on a decorative, cushioned whisky bung.
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