The Marines invaded the beach on Friday. They probably were looking for more cocaine or Cubans. This group seemed really young, like about 12. However, they do carry AK-47s and are all dressed up with all the gear you could ever want. They took a break on the porch next door and then two of them came up to Chief and gave him two baby birds. Of course, he came right to me with them. They now live in the big cat carrier and since neither of the cats wants anything to do with it because it was a prison for a week, the birds are unmolested. They aren't too young and are trying to fly, about a foot at a time. I hope that they will make the transition to being outside full time when they are bigger. If not, there is a guy in Chuburna that keeps birds that can't adapt back to the wild. Anyway, they are pretty cute and we think that they are healthy enough to make it. They love ground up dry cat food and will peck away at it all day. Then they poop out (literally) and sleep for a bit, then more of the same. So far they aren't screeching too much. We had them out on the beach today to get themselves acclimated. I originally said no birds, but then I thought, what else am I doing?
