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Becoming caretakers

The baby birds chirped and chirped, but nothing came. No large bird swooped in. No flutter of wings passed overhead. Eventually, after hours, Ben closed the window again. “If someone laid those eggs, they’re not coming back.” With no better option, Laura and Ben settled into temporary caretaking mode. They fed the chicks small bits of soaked mealworm and soft chick food, gently dropped into waiting beaks.
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