Someone died today and it's all my fault. She was innocent. She was young and she was beautiful. Her name was Lovey the Dovey and she lived on our back porch. Lovey had waited her whole life to have babies. She had finally met the bird of her dreams and they had settled down in a nice plant near our living room window. It was the perfect spot. Three bird families had already raised their babies there this summer and the whole town was raving about how wonderful the landlord was. Her dreams were coming true--everything was working out perfectly for Lovey.