I looked down at the ground and the baby bird eggs were all busted open. There was a little baby bird who didn’t have any feathers yet. It was squirming and crying and kicking and shaking on the ground. It was kicking its little half formed wings around and crying out from where its beak should have been. You could see all the blue veins in the soft pink skin and a purple heart beating beneath it--
BUMP-BUMP, BUMP-BUMP.
I just froze.