Standing on the edge of the estuary, something hit me on the top of my head. Looking down, there was a baby Bream wriggling around on the ground.
I picked it up and threw it back into the water. Alas, although it did attempt to swim, ended up on it's back, not really going anywhere. Very quickly, a seagull swooped and baby Bream was once again assailed in the beak of it consumer.
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