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The hatchling had hatched but was nowhere to be found.
It looked like nature at its cruellest.
The struggle to be born and to survive.
Away on a nearby tree sat a bird looking very satisfied with itself.
I took aim, I fired, I missed, but I took the smug look off its beak. (269 characters)
Written for: https://katmyrman.com/2018/06/19/twittering-tales-89-19-june-2018/
Morpethroad 
Wow! That’s an interesting twist to what Kat has written. I like your interpretation, Michael.
Thanks so much Piyali I appreciate you stopping by.
Nice. Hubby got a catapult to protect the ducklings on the marina from the gulls and crows.
One of my neighbours uses something a little more deadly.
Hubby thought the rifle was a bit OTT
My neighbour is from another time.
We have issues with Indian minor birds. His yard is minor bird free.
I had considered weaving a tale about my cat for this prompt (with dreadful consequences of course for the hatchling). Thanks for taking on this fact of nature Michael. It’s definitely a reality that we live with every day. 🙂
Very much so around my way.
Some birds deserve that 🙂
Especially round my way.
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