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Thursday, 12 March 2015
Kakamatua.
We bush bashed down to the tide line and saw kahu, the hawk,
kiting on a strong offshore breeze and fishing in the low surf.
"That's not usual" I said to Lil', the small brown dog.
"Nah, something's up with that" she replied.
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