I also developed a great affection for my new feathered friends. These little guys are full of personality, and this personality varies by species. For example, chickadees, despite their small size, are the feistiest of the lot, vigorously pecking at your cuticles as you try to wrestle the netting out of their death grip. Brown Thrashers live up to their name and scream bloody murder as you untangle their flailing bodies from the nets. Warblers tend to be calm and sweet, cooperatively posing for photos, patiently waiting for you to release them.
Seabrooke, the bander in charge, a piece of her mind.
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