Unlucky, stupid bird

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Recently, there's been a record number of birds in my country. In some areas, the amount of birds were so many that when they gathered at one of the larger trees in the evening, their combined cries were deafening. Some residents in those areas have compared it to being as loud as a low passing aeroplane.

As such, the local environmental agency finally gave in to the numerous news reports and noise complaints, culling off some of the birds by lowering. Net over trees they most commonly gather at, before killing them off mercifully.

The process takes longer than one would think, and it'll be a long time before they reach my area, but still, I can't help but send in another noise complaint everytime I hear yet another bird smacking against my window in the tender hours of the night.

Yes, it's cruel to blame the birds when we are the ones who decided to build buildings in the middle of their flight paths, but can't they find a different time to wander around? These birds aren't even nocturnal aren't they?

I've had one or two show up in the afternoon once in a while, but the birds in my area seem to really love night flying. Maybe they enjoy the thrill of not knowing where they're going. Maybe they enjoy the taste of glass. Maybe they're masochists. Who knows? I'm not a bird.

It's been so bad and frequent that I have barely gotten any uninterrupted rest. Why would you fly at full speed knowing that there's such a large object in the way anyway? I can't speak on behalf of birds, but personally I would never see a large wall with a hole and go, "Oh boy! Here I go!" Before charging at full speed into solid concrete. Do birds not talk to each other about this? If you see your friend eat shit against the shiny wall maybe you should stay away too.

The circles under my eyes have gotten so dark and heavy that even my coworkers, who usually never talk to me, have started to reach out in concern, but the moment I tell any of them the reason, most of them either start sympathising with the birds, or start laughing like I've just told the world's funniest joke. "Oh poor birds!" Some of them say. If the birds hadn't flew straight into my glass over twenty times now, I would be inclined to agree. However at this point.. wouldn't I be the poor bird instead....

Either way, whoever manages the emails for the agency probably finally got sick of me, because they finally started to cull birds in my area. My change in mood was obvious, and that night, I went out drinking with my coworkers to celebrate. Finally! Free from restless nights and frights! No longer would these dumb birds bother me, at least for now.

When I got home that night, I even bought a cake from a famous pastry shop to celebrate. I stumbled into my apartment, a little tipsy. I should pull out some wine. I enter my bedroom to change out of my suit, but as I enter, I almost step onto shattered glass.

How strange, glass like this wasn't supposed to break at all, even with the amount of birds hitting against it, and with that, those were my last thoughts before a sharp pain in my chest made me collapse onto the glass covered floor.