April 7, 2020:
Kitty killed the little bird's mate.
She called, and cried, and searched for days before abandoning her lonely, empty nest.
Kitty was a walleyed feral I called "Squint", who chatted with me frequently, and who brought me as a gift the carcass of the sparrow's mate he'd killed. He left it on my doorstep, intended as a gesture of love and family.
I did love him, but I felt very sad for the bereft little sparrow, whose own family had ended tragically before it could begin.