He reminds me of a house finch who visited my feeders years ago. His upper beak was either undeveloped or damaged, and his lower beak grew out like a sword. I felt sorry for him at first, until I noticed that no bird dared to squabble with him. He ate as much as he wanted. The other birds had to wait.
I felt sorry for him at first, until I noticed that no bird dared to squabble with him. He ate as much as he wanted. The other birds had to wait.