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she came across the other not long after she did the scent of pheasants. they seemed to be in some sort of an unsettled state, and she supposed the woman who perched a short distance away was the reason for that. she watched a moment, blinking slowly, before some intelligent part of her roared to life and had her approach the woman meekly, perching a short distance away and peering at the woman for instruction.

she seemed to know what she was doing, surely, and Mildred was the spitting image of some sould needed direction. she could only hope that the woman would take notice of her, as so many had not, and held in a moaning sigh should it scare away the delightful birds clustering before them.