Sad birdies

I’m not  sure what happened to the post that was supposed to publish this morning, it seems to be lost in the universe. Below gave me pause for thought earlier today, but maybe come back tomorrow if you’re feeling fragile though.

I turned a corner in my car and noticed a group of birds all standing around on the middle of my suburban street. I slowed down to let them all take flight, which is what usually happens, but they were very slow to move. And two of them didn’t move at all.

I realised that one of the unmoving ones had been hit by a car. Sadly, that one was never going to fly ever again, but what struck me was the other bird standing stoically by its friend’s little body. I drove carefully around them and stopped a little way up the street to watch what happened next.

sad birdy

Each of the other birds flew back to the fallen one and formed what seemed to be a circle around it. One by one they stepped forward as if to be saying farewell to their friend.

It broke my heart and made me wonder {again} about animals, their grief/emotions, their packs/flocks/families and communities.

Poor sad birdies.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Amanda says:

    Things like that break my heart. They have more empathy than a lot of humans. They are either saying goodbye, or perhaps don’t understand death and are trying to coax their friend to get up. I don’t know, but either way it is very sad. 😦

    1. I just wanted to move them all out of the way in case another one got hit by a driver not as aware of their environment than me. I did wonder if they were willing their friend to get up. 😦

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