Yesterday I saw what appeared to be a dazed and injured House Finch.
It was just sitting there on the ground in the back yard and didn’t even move when I got close.
Upon closer look its eyes were all pink and puffed-closed and blood crusted like Rocky in the last round. It was also somehow missing the end of its bill.
Uh oh, I thought, and looked around for the Angel of Finch Death.
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