By: Aaro

Dear Baby Robins Who Lived In the Nest On The Windowsill and Who, As Of Yesterday, Have Completely Disappeared,

I watched you guys grow up from nada to teal eggs to chirpy/hungry little chicks over the past few weeks, but now you’re gone. I checked the ground below for carcasses, but there are none. Either you were eaten whole by a bird of prey or, as I hope, spread those downy little wings and made that most difficult of flights.

Thanks for providing some mysterious conversation fodder for me and my coworkers, and for once again proving that real life isn’t like the movies—sometimes you don’t get that no-loose-ends resolution to the plot. It’s good to accept that sort of thing, I think.

Hope all’s well,
Aaron