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This grey heron stood on a jagged structure protruded along the sandy shore at Tsim Bei Tsui with her out-stretched neck caved in her scapulars.  She stared at the sea wondering why the high water wades in so fast on that day.  Had missed the chance to fill up her stomach in the morning, she has to go hungry until the ebb tide starts at six o'clock in the evening of January 5th.