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every summer, there's dead baby birds on the walkway leading to the entrance of my apartment building. last summer there were three, all pinked skin, just a few inches apart from each other. the ants found them first, scurried all over them, devouring what they could before the cat(s) got to them at night. this summer i've only seen one, nice and plump with plumage. this morning it was gone too though, nothing but the pile of tree seeds it was on remains. they nest there, in the dryer exhaust vents on each floor. -drawn there, I guess, by the warmth and lofty protection from predators. thing is, they clog the exhaust with their nests and people complain about wet clothes. ...warm and safe from predators, but not safe from one phone call to management.
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Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
summer birds
every summer, there's dead baby birds on the walkway leading to the entrance of my apartment building. last summer there were three, all pinked skin, just a few inches apart from each other. the ants found them first, scurried all over them, devouring what they could before the cat(s) got to them at night. this summer i've only seen one, nice and plump with plumage. this morning it was gone too though, nothing but the pile of tree seeds it was on remains. they nest there, in the dryer exhaust vents on each floor. -drawn there, I guess, by the warmth and lofty protection from predators. thing is, they clog the exhaust with their nests and people complain about wet clothes. ...warm and safe from predators, but not safe from one phone call to management.
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37/M/Texas
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
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