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Somewhere outside my window lives a playful pair of birds with the most striking coloring of white and black. They fly with the grace and swiftness of kingfishers, but they are not kingfishers. In fact, I may only be comparing them to that beautiful bird because I like the word--kingfisher. I wish I knew what kind of bird they are. The human instinct to Name nature was not left in the Garden.

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  1. This isn't it by any chance is it?
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magpie

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  2. dude. it just might be. here's another site: http://www.rspb.org.uk/birds/guide/m/magpie/index.asp
    I'll keep my ears open, now that I've listened to the audio recording of the magpie's distinctive call.

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  3. i don't know how i randomly knew that.

    maybe i saw one over there or something.

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