I think you get it from your Mom and Grandma, this love of birds and I guess from me. I remember nursing a small bird back to health after it flew into a hard object. I had it for three days before he was ready to go. I remember holding it and opening my hand and he flew off. It flew around my head three times before heading for the trees. I think they remind us of freedom.
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