saturday morning...

      The astro-Bird is alive! The astro-Bird is alive! Peter thinks that with every minute that he lives, his chances for survival improve. I could buy that, maybe. He is hungry and loud today. He makes a screeeeeeee sound, opens his beak up really wide, and moves his head around like Stevie Wonder.

      Peter gets the tweezers and starts with the millet again. He can do two a minute now. After he separates the chaff from the grains of millet, we mix it with warm water and feed, feed, feed the astro-Bird. He enjoyed millet a few times today without incident, napped quietly, and wiggled sometimes.

      Sunday...

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