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I had a ton of birds growing up, alas no digital pictures of them. My brother and I use to make forts of of linkin' logs (kind of similar to legos) and let the birds run around in it. Mazes made out of books also turned out well, the birds could navigate the most treacherous of obstacles.
edit: I also forgot to mention my parakeet named Crip. He had a spade leg a birth, the leg just stuck out at a weird angle which made it hard for him to walk. Now the name sounds mean, but he was the family's favorite bird.
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