Earlier today I decided to clear out the bird's nest on my front door before the wee thing started laying eggs. As I scared her away I started scooping out said realm and out fell two baby sparrows to their dance with death. I felt like a schmuck for a few minutes, but then remembered that every living thing is some other living thing's food supply. Just like that chicken I've been eating for two days now. So I put the wee things into the nest and set the nest on the ground in the shade nearby its original location. I figured if they made it, mama could take care of them. If not, they would become another critter's dinner. The circle of life continues. So it goes.
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