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Survivor

Snowbird

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Life in the frozen wastes.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

It's so soft.

There's a strange relation between birds and the proximity of seeds here.

If only I could see through those eyes.

You have a lovely voice!

You're not too squished, are you?

Handsome.

A bird in the hand...

This little fellow seems quite frigid.

Let me lend you my warmth, feathered friend.

This bird knows about the cold.

Such fluffy feathers.

I don't recognize that one.

Quiet, you.

What pretty white feathers.

We will name it "Francis".

Life in the barren, frozen wastes.

It's so soft. It is my enemy.

How do you fly in this weather?

Fly me away.

Ms. Wickerbottom

A winter coat for the Cardinalis? How peculiar!

Ms. Wickerbottom

It's so delicate.

'TIS PRETTY ICE BIRDY

WILBA CATCHETH

It looks cold out here. I bet it wants a fire.

It's so fluffy.

Is pretty white color bird.

Is fluffy bird. Nice bird.

Go fly south or something!

It's stealing my warmth.

She's a beaut.

She's a cold birdy.

Snow Tweeter

Needs home

A FOOLISH BIRD

JUST A FEATHERY BLOB