We had a late breakfast at Mom's Kitchen this morning, and we were just finishing up our coffee when the waitress started laughing and pointing toward the door. I turned around and looked, just as a finch strolled through the door and right up to the counter.
When we left a few minutes later, she was happily munching on the fragments of a slice of bread. When we drove out, she was taking crumbs from the fingers of one of the customers.
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