When I was a teenager hiking in the mountains I came across a baby magpie that was lost, so I adopted it. He became a close buddy of mine, always flying to sit on my shoulder, but upsetting my mother because he didn’t leave to go to the bathroom. When I was gone for a week to a scout camp he wouldn’t eat. He moped around and died before I returned.
Many years later we found we found a baby sparrow that had fallen out of the nest. We fed it and got it to the point where it fledged. It would fly around the room and outside, but always return. Later it joined a flock of other sparrows on the telephone wires. Each time when that flock returned and we called him by name, “Jerry”, he would fly down to greet us and then return to the flock.
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