the one in which an iberian azure-winged magpie slept under our roof

Back in June,
when fledglings would fall from their nests.
We would have never picked one up, wasn’t he trapped between a playful dog and a hungry pig, no nest within sight, at nightfall.

He slept in a straw hat, drank water and nibbled on a pear.
And the next morning was returned to his whereabouts.

The end,
with good memories to stay, especially for the little one that cares so much for every living thing.

Cyanopica cooki
Iberian azure-winged magpie
Or as we say it:
Charneco!

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