bird in full plumage, flew from an oak that overhung 
the water, startling me with her shrill screaming. R ising 
above the trees, she soared gracefully upward, screaming 
incessantly and seeming to exult in her struggle with the 
furious March wind. She held some prey in her talons. 
Three fine old drake Gooseanders and a pair of Vsflaistlers 
were swimming well out on the flooded meadow?. 
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