Outlines of the table settings were left

from the teaparty that the Robins had given and Mr Blackbird seemed very grateful to have been the first to hear that the hatchlings had been laid. Mrs. Robin, only very sparingly left the nest until she was sure that it was warm enough for her eggs to survive.
Mr. Robin slowed down on his constant bickering and picking or pecking at every false move that Mrs. Robin made and all seemed at peace with the world. It is just at such a time as this that trajedy struck the bird community.
Every so often, Mrs. Robin puts out a little safety journal about some of the important things to be careful about in the community in and about the building. This season was no different, except that with the new construction there were flying hardhat warnings and muddy big truck warnings but the ever present warning is the one about sunglare. Sunglare can blind a bird and make it impossible for them to see the window until they have already struck it too hard to survive the blow. Every season, there are those birds who either don't take heed or didn't get the communication. Mrs. Robin always takes these accidents to heart and tries to figure out how to prevent the next catastrophie.
Tiny, the sparrow was just such a little catastrophie. He stayed aloof from everyone and for 2 or three days when I went around on my daily stroll, he got so flustered that he didn't know what to do. I truly thought it was odd that he flew as though no one had gotten the message to him that I was a friend.
I was trying to think of a story about him when the worst happened and Mrs Robin was the one who gave me the very sad news. He is gone, that Tiny is. It seems that he flew directly into the sunglare in the glass on the building and did not survive. The noise was horrible. Between the construction noise and the crying cardinals, there was not a dry eye in the entire bird community. The birds are all very deliberate in their condolensces and they have a very interesting tradition of flying in condolence formations for days after the passing of one of their comerades. They don't do any of their usual chores or things that they don't stop every 5 minutes and fly around the spot to mark their sympathy with the family. I watched and felt so incapable of entering into this. I asked Mrs. Robin what was the procedure for sympathetic humans to do who wanted to show their condolences as well. She said she would look it up.