Found this guy on the way back from dropping dad off at work. So I jumped into some jeans and walked down to where it was and picked it up. Little mocking bird fledgling, recently hit by a car, broken leg and wings(probably back too) and guts coming out of it's nether-regions. I buried it but kept the legs. I mean, this makes me sort of sad. It was still was warm. It still had foggy eyes and weird head fuzz. Just a baby. no real flight feathers AT ALL, still soft little lips instead of a mean sharp beak. And the fluffiest down I've ever seen on a bird chest. Geez. As much as mocking birds can be a pain, I hate to see a baby bird down like this.
Over and out, little bird.
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