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Protecting the Helpless

Three years running, she came and diligently built her nest, sheltered from the wind and rain in a spot she thought was best . Yet there's one regrettable flaw. Placed four feet from our door, built of mud, fluff and straw - this year, the same as before. Does expectant mother not know she's gambling with babies' lives? Two eager cats live just below, watching with greedy, shining eyes. For most of earth's innocent few, danger lurks on every hand, unless there is someone who takes a clear, protective stand. The cats are quarantined inside till baby birds fly on their own. When that day finally arrives, another cycle - here and gone.

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