This is kind of weird...
Everybody, from time to time, stumbles upon the body of a dead bird. But, 3 times in practically as many weeks, and on both sides of the world?
When me and Dana were back in England a few weeks ago for my mom's funeral, a blackbird slammed into the kitchen window of my dad's house and was killed outright.
Then, the next day, when the three of us went to my mom's nursing-home to thank all the staff for looking after while she had Alzheimer's, there was a brightly-feathered little bird dead at the door to the building.
And, just this morning, after having run a few errands, I got home and found another dead bird - this time on our drive.
Maybe it's all some odd coincidence.