Flocks of Fryup tits swoop down and strip a bush of their favourite sea buckthorn in a matter of seconds. They zip through shrubs and gardens like raucous gangs of marauding pirates, snatching up everything in sight. So numerous are the scarlet-breasted Fryup tits it has been said they render their region in a perpetual state of sunrise. Yet it is a curious trait of the Fryup tit that it is never seen beyond the historic boundaries of the parish. It is often observed perching on fences at parish limits, refusing to flit to buckthorn bushes a matter of yards away.
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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