My white bird was getting better. I saw him eating on his own last week and so I put him in the cage with his siblings and left for the weekend. On Saturday, my roommate notified me that the white bird died. As much as I worried about whether to allow these birds to hatch at all, and then was annoyed when they became real and loud, I had a soft spot for the white bird. I have always cared a lot for the hopeless and struggling ones.
Cami, my roommate who discovered the dead bird, also found homes for the other four. This means we don't have to let them fly free, in which case all of them would die.
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