normally i probably wouldn’t feel compelled to document such avian carnage, but only just recently john posted an image of his rendezvous with bird death and it occurred to me that i couldn’t remember the last time i saw a hairless, dead baby bird laying on the sidewalk. and then in a morbid flickr coicindence, just a few days later while walking mauja, i nearly tripped myself as i attempted to avoid not one, not two, but three birds. all lying in a straight line, evenly spaced about a stride’s length apart.

no sign of a bird’s nest nearby.

first, there’s microwave-sized ice chunks falling from cloudless skies, then unexplained sonic booms. and now hairless birds are now myteriously appearing on sidwalks. what could it all mean?