The hawk tucks his wings extends his claws and dives towards the unsuspecting quail --
The fat-bodied quail pecks the dirt wails to his family prepares for winter --
One dive, one beak, one claw blood spurts the quail's head snaps --
Next dive, the dead fat-bodied quail rests in the claws of the hawk, winged to a nest, high in a fir --
Unlike the quail the …
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