So...about 10 feet from where I lay my head at night is a bird's nest.
I sleep indoors, and right outside the door to the patio, there is a nest that had eggs in it...and then last weekend I heard the chip-chirps of little birds. It was so sweet. They would just squeal, and I loved listening to them. Where the nest was built, you couldn't see inside to see how many were in there, but I imagined at least 2, but maybe 3.
Then...on Wednesday afternoon....
I was on the back patio when I noticed a little teeny-tiny, not even covered in real feathers yet baby chick on the ground below. It was dead.
And then later Wednesday night, I found another one.
They were both dead & my patio was quiet.
I was soooo sad.
So, then I started wondering if maybe the mom wasn't very good at building a nest & they fell out...or, maybe she just wasn't prepared for motherhood. Mom & I were talking about this, because clearly I found it disturbing. So, we decided that the birds were pushed out of the nest by the mother: it was chick-i-cide.
It's still sad though.