More babies

There's a baby pattern- eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep. Most important goal: survive

At the top of the hill I heard sparrow talk, the persistent call of the baby. "I'm here! FEED ME !" Two babies in the fenced area.

And then the baby flew up onto a tree branch, a slick slanted branch. Funny scene. Imagine a mama trying to feed her baby who's sliding backwards down a ski slope. Feeding got accomplished, but it wasn't easy, because baby kept slipping away.

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