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I go out and feed the birds a lot (and the rabbits, but that's an entirely different story) and two birds in particular caught my eye today.
The one must have been hurt somehow, because it couldn't eat. Another bird, a smaller one, would take little bits of bread in its beak, carry it over the to the hurt bird, and feed it.
Sometimes it would bring a piece that was too big, and it would fall out of the hurt birds beak, so it would peck at the bread, make it smaller, and try again.
Somehow, suddenly just a little bit of my faith in the world has been restored.
I won't be on much until after my surgery.
Expect changes.