Yesterday I was getting out the wheelbarrow, which lives under our porch in the back, and heard a strange sort of rhythmic beating sound. Of course I assumed it was a murderer-hiding under our deck???? Turns out, I was the murderer. A little bird was thumping around inside our fertilizer spreader, maybe stuck, I'm not sure-I just saw him sort of hopping around in there and making a boatload of noise for a little sucker. I ran out because-ACK-a tiny bird-and I'm a chicken. When I went around to look at it from outside, through the lattice-it was lying on it's side-DEAD!
He was fine right before, so there you have it-I caused the darned thing to have a heart attack.
I am a bird killer.
Poor little guy.
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