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our babies
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We watched the birth of these bird babies from day one. I could not believe the devotion of the mother bird-vigil for 24 hours. The babies were helpless. When feathers appeared I knew that they would fly away soon. Right in front of my eyes, they flew away without even saying “good bye”. I can never forget how our whole attention was focused on these bird babies. I published their story “These are my babies” in Birds and blooms.
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