So, I bury the two baby birds I find this morning. The Gnomes and I come together for a moment of silence. Papa Bird makes an appearance. We tip out some bread for our fallen homies. (Which is much more play than last week's dead bird got as I feel personally invested in this nest having been adopted by My Bird).... I go to get my laundry. Come back. And there was a third. A THIRD! Three babies in one day from the same nest. I couldn't bring myself to make another headstone. Awful. Just awful.
Circle of life- blah, blah, sob.
