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When I was in undergrad, I spent a summer working at a bird rescue in the baby birdhouse. Being in Florida, most of the baby rescues were mockingbirds, grackles, and crows. (1/7)
Each bird has a very specific cry for food when they are either hungry or while they& #39;re in the process of devouring whatever their parent has brought back. (2/7)
I moved away from Florida for 12 years and came back late in 2020. (3/7)
I& #39;ve now heard a few baby mockingbirds and grackles calling out expectantly for food and EVERY TIME, my immediate instinct is to locate the nest. And to watch for a few minutes in suspense. (4/7)
And sometimes I don& #39;t feel a sense of relief until I hear the little gobble-call or see a big bird attending. (5/7)
So at this point I kind of feel like I& #39;m forever doomed to feel vaguely like a bird mom, with my response to bird cries less intense than to human cries but nevertheless surprisingly strong. (6/7)
In conclusion, birds. (7/7)