Poor little love flew into my house out in the country.
He/she tried to fly out and t then landed and sat patiently for help.
I carefully picked up the softest thing I have ever felt and could feel it’s little heart rate slow down, as he waited for the right time to fly off onto a branch of my 100 year+ old maple and then with a quick glance back to my eyes to make contact, she flew away… ❤️❤️❤️
Latitude: 44.3 Longitude: -78.5
Observed by: Larissa
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