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  • I left work on Wednesday and headed to my car. It was late, I was tired and at first I thought I was imagining things. But I wasn't. Two birds were fighting in the parking lot, right in front of me.

    Now when I say fighting I don't mean a gentle pecking back and forth. I mean gladiator-style, to the death, at each other's throats, fighting.

    I had never seen anything like it before. Coupled together, slamming one another into the ground, only to separate, chase each other, and fall to the ground again.

    At first I just watched, half horrified, half intrigued. I wondered if I should intervene. :Chirp, peck, SLAM: I walked closer. :Chirp, peck, SLAM:

    What could tick two birds off so much that they needed to fight it out like this? :Chirp, peck, SLAAAAM:

    I was getting nauseous. How does one break up a bird fight? Should I even try to? I walked until they were just a few feet away - and then they just took to the sky. Continuously ramming into one another and then into the side of the building. :Chirp, peck, thud:

    Constantly just out of my reach (not that I intended to grab them per say) I decided to just hop in my car. They'd have to break it up eventually, right? :Chirp, peck, thud, SLAM:

    Now that I was out of their way, they resorted to fighting it out on the ground again - dust swirling around them like micro tornadoes. I continued to watch for another few minutes from the safe, enclosed vantage point of my car - and then finally I just decided I'd have to drive away. I mean really, how does one break up a bird fight?

    Today I left the office around 6. It was still light out and I was relieved it was Friday. The end of a productive week and a weekend to look forward to - accomplishment and excitement, two good feelings to have. I walked to my car, and right in front of my door, lying on the ground, was a dead bird.

    :Thowmp: The air left my lungs.

    I couldn't help feeling guilty. Was this one of the fighters? Was this my fault? Should I have tried harder to stop them? And the location - he was eerily close to my car door, almost like it was planned.

    I suppose I could have taken this in a number of ways. It was just a coincidence. OR in a few weeks our office will have a real-life version of "The Birds" on our hands...

    And let's face it, it could be any number of things. But to me it was a sign. Don't walk away when there's a need - even if you're unsure of how to approach it. A good lesson to learn I think.
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