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THE GAGGLE On the distant hillside they are a string of white seed pearls slinking down to the still mirror of pond. After a splash-bath they groom themselves on the bank, twisting their pipe-cleaner necks into impossible angles. Every feather is teased as their teeth comb and pluck out tufts of white fluff until the grass has a light snow-fall. when all ...