Today I found a bird. I named him Harry because he was quite a looker with his little peach fuzz hairdo.

I put Harry in a dog bowl with some warm blankets and fed him some kitten food concoction with a little syringe. It then came to my attention that baby birds are hard to raise and that he would have better luck outside where his bird parents might find him. I have been watching these bird parents build a nest for weeks and knew little Harry had fallen from the roof of our office. I really wanted Harry to go back in his nest. So, I stuck out my lip and asked really sweetly and my dad and Harry's uncle Michael used a ladder to put my little fuzzy friend back in his nest. I'm not spoiled.
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