So here is my story.
One of the little sparrows seemed to be having some kind of trouble.

The gapers arrive.

Are they curious, trying to help, or enjoying the show? I think I'm anthropomorphizing too much because I don't understand the behavior at all.

It's bad enough to be having problems without the whole neighborhood coming over to stare.

He took off after this so we will never know the end of this story but it doesn't bode well for our little friend.
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FYI...the third photo down isn't showing. And here is the poem. :^)
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