I remember the first time I found a fallen sparrow. I was 5 years old, and my mom brought it into our house and fed it with a dropper. I'll always remember that day.
His name is Gaze Ranger. And his trusty companion, Comet, the burning bird of Moon Island. And to enter into the fray, all he has to do is walk into his backyard. Updates Fridays.
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