Day 28 #rogertorypetersoninstitute I have a soft spot for sparrows. When I was growing up we always had sparrows that would find their way into the grainery to feast on chicken feed. It was inevitable that I would find baby birds that had fallen out of their nest. Many were so young that their skin was transparent and I could see all of their organs as clearly as the models we had in science class. I became quite skilled as a young bird rehabilitator. When I found a baby bird, I would gladly forfeit a sock to make a nest and then make my special recipe to feed my featherless responsibility. Secretly, I always hoped that I was helping a bird that would be strikingly colorful, like some of the birds in my Peterson"s Field Guide, but once their feathers had grown in, they were always "House Sparrows". I still smile and remember when I see a sparrow at my feeder.
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