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We’re reaching the point in the spring where the enormous juvenile sparrows, molted into adult plumage and quite obviously able to forage for themselves, still hop after their parents making plaintive noises and the “feed me” wing-flapping gestures which are perfectly ludicrous on birds of their size. Presumably their excuse is also that they’re writing dissertations.

I feel better about myself now

 

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