UNheart One

This is the opposite of what I love.



A couple months ago, a mama bird built her nest in the rafters of our carport.

A psychotic killer mama bird.

She has systematically pushed two batches of her poor chirping babies out of the nest, to fall ten feet onto cold, hard concrete where they die instantly.

As I type, five baby chick corpses lay strewn across our parking spot. All happy baby sounds from the nest have ceased.

I was horrified and thought you should be, too.