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I swear, watching birds fledge their young helps seal the universal understanding of parents. Today, I had the fun of watching the 5 little chickadees leave the nest. It was a most exhausting chore for the parents. They had to coax, feed, and keep abreast of the safety of their nest.
As a parent, can you relate?
I just loved watching. I kept thinking they were saying, "Okay, you're next. Have fun. Life's an adventure. Love you...visit often!"
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And that was one little guy that was highly anxious to leave, but annoyed at my Oliver, who was yet again, his vocal, energetic self.
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