I witnessed a bird funeral.
Did you know birds held funerals?
Neither did I. But now I know that they do.
I was in the kitchen, making strawberry shortcake when I heard a bird in the backyard.
I realized this bird was making a lot of racquet so I walked over to the patio door to see what was going on.
Atticus was hunched over in the grass. It was clear that he had just killed something.
I looked up in the Redbud tree and saw the robin making all the noise.
Then I realized a morning dove was on the garage. A sparrow flew onto another branch. There were more birds that I could hear, but could not see.
The robin's song changed into a mournful tune. The other birds joined in.
It lasted for a few minutes. It was not the bright, cheerful chirps that I am listening to right now. It was definitely sorrowful and full of grief.
That was the bird funeral. It was very touching and heartbreaking at the same time. I had to remind myself of the circle of life. And then I was amazed at nature and how the birds mourned.