Simmy was busy getting ready to have a garage sale. The kitchen window was open and there was a incessant screeching of some kind of bird.
Sam went outside to see what kind of bird was in such distress.
The back screen door slammed and Sam came back in to drag her outside.
"You have to see this little bird. It's just calling and calling for its' parent to feed it."
Around the side of the house Simmy found this little one just frightened and screeching in perfectly timed intervals.
He was so unsteady on his feet that he looked quite comical as he wobbled on the roll of stucco wire. Simmy snapped a few pictures and then they made sure the cat was on his leash. There was no sense trying to get too close, the little bird was just too frightened.
Within half an hour it had managed to get back into a tree and the screeching stopped.
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