Three wild birds flew into my apartment. Two were fairly nondescript, but one was about six inches tall, and looked like a cross between a parrot and a penguin. I was able to get the smaller ones to leave, but the the parguin (pengot?) apparently wanted to stay. At first I couldn’t catch it, so I started trying to feed it, and eventually it became quite friendly.

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