Today was a particularly beautiful day. Lacey listened to the mourning doves cooing softly as they hopped around in the grass of the park; her lips tightened together when the harsh cackle of blue jays interrupted the low sounds; her fingers dug into her palms as she witnessed one plow its beak into an egg of a nest that had been momentarily left alone. "Fly away little bird, before the mother comes home," she warned the azure avian creature in a tone that suggested it ought to stay and receive the retribution. Her words did go unnoticed by the bird-- that, or it simply did not care to listen to the whims of humans. The circle of life is deadly and beautiful, the raven haired one thought with a storm of emotions roiling across her face. She walked past the nest and its intruder and hoped that there would be some mercy in the world, and not all of the eggs were taken.