She held the dead baby bird in her hands. The breeze ruffled the grey feathers and showed the whiteness underneath. She looked up into the tree, trying to see a nest, but there was just a tangle of branches. She listened and heard some birds singing, but couldn’t hear any distressing cries. She didn’t know what else to do, so she placed the body back where she had found it.

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