We had a blackbird in the back yard who was adopted by a flock of sparrows. Initially her mum died and her dad fed her, then dad disappeared and she started begging food from the sparrows. They obliged and she was part of their flock from then on, even when she got a husband.

This reminds me of a time when I was about ten, I was going to have a bath after eating supper, but I had to clear the table and put the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. I must have been thinking about my bath, because I put the dishes in the bathtub and was almost to the kitchen sink to have my bath before I realized my mistake.