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But it still made me sad. Baby bird was dead when I went to feed him Thursday morning. He'd been doing so well - his eyes had opened, he'd grown feathers, he was grasping my finger with his little feet. He almost made it a week.
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It was a bad day for birds - I found one at work that had hit the building and died. It was awful.
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*sympathies*
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