They're right outside my window somewhere... in one of those sticky trees that screws up your car if you park under it for longer than a few minutes. Some baby birds that just won't shut up, grow up and leave the goddamn nest already. It's been weeks now. Didn't the nature show say that the mom bird would toss them out eventually to force them to learn to fly? What is wrong with this mom bird? Isn't she sick of them yet? Maybe those babies are all she has in the world. Maybe no one loves her, so she is clinging to them- not teaching them how to fly or how to feed themselves just so that she can selfishly keep them dependent on her in her little nest.
Someday, though, the little birds might finally get a clue. They will somehow accidentally fall out of the nest or another bird will come along and show them what they're missing.
I like to think that I will be cruel enough to laugh at the mom bird when this finally happens.But I'm afraid that when it comes down to it, I will probably just cry along with her.A soulful, chirping song of sadness and loss.
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