I watched a dove die today.
The thunk it made when it hit the window was the loudest one I've ever heard- a loudness that was telling of non-survival. I jumped, then got up to see what it was. There was a good-sized, white bird print on the window. Oh no, I thought.
Down on the ground below was the dove, just barely moving. There was no way it was going to survive that. Was I going to have to go out and..
I didn't even want to think about it. After a few seconds it stopped. And seven other doves gathered around it. (Seven.. an odd number. Doves mate for life you know.) Just sitting there on the walkway. Every few minutes I'd look out again.. and they would all be there. Just sitting. More doves came. Other birds came. It was awful and beautiful to see at the same time.
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