For three days, we watched this bird from our side window...and then, it all came to an end. I had a local guy come cut our grass (it was outta control in the back and the gas is out on my lawnmower...) and after that, the bird was gone. After making Ryan check and see if the eggs were still in the nest, we were all saddened to see a broken egg in the grass below. Poor little baby birdies.
The next day, I had an egg for breakfast. Not THAT egg, but an egg you buy from the store. I actually felt bad for eating it and contemplated becoming a vegetarian...but Ryan said, "circle of life, babe, circle of life."
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