“I did have a mother,” said the baby bird. “I know I did. I have to find her. I will. I WILL!”
“There she is!” he said. “There is my mother!” He crawled right up to it. “Mother, Mother! Here I am, Mother!” he said as he latched on and started to nurse.
I am NOT your Mother! I am a . . .
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Needless to say, as part of our baby proofing efforts, we’ve started removing the plastic tip from the doorstops throughout the house.
