Today I heard a loud cheeping on my balcony and saw a young finch which looked much like
this one. He was just learning to fly and landed on the window sill. When I opened the door, he came in, I softly showed him the way out again. It took him another effort to fly off to his bush where his concerned parents were calling him.
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Those old guy eyebrows on baby birds always kill me.
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