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If there was a winner in the cuteness brigade, it would have to go to the bluejays.
These babies were nesting in a tree knocked over by a bulldozer, and police brought the entire nest into the Wild Bird Fund.
They were curious and adventurous as well as cute; they willingly perched on shoulders and hands, and one burrowed into the hair at the back of my neck when someone tried to remove him from my shoulder.
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