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As I walk out to the car on Friday morning, I see a dead bird on the lawn. I hate it when nature dies- whether it is by natural causes or otherwise. It really brings me down. I make Mike go over and take a look and he says, "Yup. Dead."

I get into the car and feel real bad for this bird and a little bad for myself because I do not relish the idea of cleaning up a dead bird when I arrive home. I thought about that bird all day. As I pull up I see that it is indeed, still there and I feel even worse because it looks so peaceful sitting there, like it had just sat down to take a rest after flying around chirping all day and just up and died. Its head was sort of cocked at an odd angle- expected after death I suppose.

Mom and Dad came over after school to give me hand with AJ and I mentioned it to Dad- the dead critter getter in the family. He says he will take a look later. Mom and AJ head to the park and I get some work done in peace and quiet. I mention to Dad that he better get that bird before it gets any riper.

My mother brings AJ in and says to me, "Is THIS your Dead bird?"

It turned out to be some decoration bird. Not dead, never alive! I swear that bird looked dead to me. I thought about that bird all day. Now I just feel stupid. I swear it looked real. And really dead.