Down on the ground, another sparrow species stopped over. Someone with the fancy golden eyebrow and the white beard. I call him a Santa bird.
"I'm back."
Nibbling the leftover clovers.
"Yum, yum, I like the clover seeds.
Thanks for leaving them here."
Cleaning up the feathers before leaving for the winter hideout.
"My turn to take a bath."
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