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Calling over a vet
That following Thursday, they invited a local vet with avian expertise to come out. His name was Dr. Hall, a calm man in his sixties who’d worked with birds for over thirty years. He inspected each one carefully—listening to their breathing, checking their wings, noting their color. He didn’t speak much at first, just looked, squinted, and occasionally made a small hum.
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