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At least 5 birds a year die in my dad's attic. They get in, and are too bird-brained (pun) to find their way back out.
He just waits until he doesn't hear them fluttering anymore, and finds where they finally died at.
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"¿ʞɐǝɹɟ ɐ ǝɹ,noʎ uǝɥʍ 'ʇı ʇ,usı 'ʎlǝuol s,ʇı"
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