Way Sad

Because I bird-listen with the guys, I believed there was a nest of somethings very close to to our front porch, maybe even under an awning. Today when I left for work there was the tiniest little baby bird that must have washed out of the nest in the torrential rains we had last night, so tiny it took me a minute to figure out what it must be. It was dead, of course. One little voice less...