Me too, Matt. Those are precious moments. The end of "Opie the Birdman" is one of my favorites, when he releases all three. My mom was the lady in the neighborhood whom kids would bring baby birds to that had fallen out of the nest or a cat got mama. We had probably a couple dozen or so wild birds of differing types over the years taking up residence in an old parakeet cage on a coffee table. One day when I was about 5 I forgot a recovering cardinal was on my shoulder and I walked outside. Of course he found freedom and that was the end of that but I cried for a long time about losing "My baby bird" when my mom wouldn't climb the tree to bring him back.
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