Outside my apartment there are a lot of trees and they are home to a lot of birds. The other day while walking to my car, I came apon a dead baby bird on the sidewalk. It was not like within a broken egg shell but about two inches long and no feathers. I was saddened, but had to move on.
I took two steps and there was another baby bird. A little smaller but exactly the same in every other respect. I looked further, and there was another one and it was even smaller.
I did not see a fallen nest around and I find myself struck by this mystery. I do not know much about baby birds, except for that whole regurgitated food thing, so I keep wondering what happened. Did they try to fly, but were too young. Was there nest broken by some meddling boy, or what?
It reminds me of a story that my friend from high school, Melissa told me(who I can't find on myspace, damn her!). I'm not sure if I remember it correctly, but it is about her when she was younger and saw a little bird on the sidewalk and ended up accidentaly stepping on it. That would have seriously scarred me if I had stepped on one of those plump little bodies.