Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Fecal Sac is Fun to Say

Today I am able to count them. Four babies in the nest. FOUR. Four always hungry mouths to feed. Four pooping babies.

While I am watching the father bird feed his beaky children, I catch sight of a fecal sac. Food in. Food out. A tidy white package emerges, one that doesn't end up in the land fill. These robins clearly aren't part of the global waste problem.

If the words fecal sac, in and of themselves do not tell you enough, go here.

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