Our son Sam brought home a baby mockingbird. Or more accurately rescued it. He's been doing this kind of thing since he was little. Finding a baby squirrel, a baby pigeon, etc. that fell out of its nest and was about to be devoured. The only one who ever survived the orphanage and rejoined its clan was a baby crow, and that because crows are way more like us than we care to admit. They are scavengers who will eat darn near anything, very clever, gregarious, stick together in extended families…
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