We found the first fallen fledgling this week. I could tell something upsetting was happening the minute I came out of the house, from the loud cheeping and cawing and squawking. The noise came from the children; the tiny bird they'd found on the porch was silent.
"Don't touch it!"
"I'm not going to touch it!"
"You were trying to pick it up!"
"I was not trying to pick it up. I...