Nice bird. Reminds me of a dove with a limp my grandmother and I used to feed every day at around 11 am when it would show up in our backyard. Till one day another stronger dove fought it for the food, and we never saw it again. Though the other dove tried to get some food from us. My grandmother wouldn't feed that one.
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
-J.R.R. Tolkien, LOTR, Fellowship of the Ring
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