Circle of Life

Well, we don't even have chickens yet but we have suffered our first avian death already.

This afternoon as I let the kids out to roam in the backyard, we ran across the lifeless body of a little baby bird. I suspect this little guy's nest was somewhere on our roof (possibly in the rain gutter that has not been cleaned since 2007) and fell out of the nest. I think it might have been a blue jay if he had grown up.

My son was pretty sad and wanted to make a gravestone for the little bird. So I dug out a little hole by the side of the fence and took a sharpie to a nearby rock. My son then decided it needed a picture of a bird with the nest it fell out of, so that everyone would know how he met his untimely end.

After we had buried the little guy, my son retrieved my mother's day rose (I guess I was done using it?) and placed it lovingly by the grave. Then he stood over it and said "Poor little bird. But, that's the circle of life."