I'll section this off for all of you who don't wish to view it, but this is bird related. [spoiler]Every year or so, birds nest in our old unused barbecue grill we leave out for that purpose. The mother lays the eggs, and then doesn't return. We raise them on our own, and they grow and live for a bit. My siblings choose an egg and name the birds, and more or less 'claim them as pets'. We check on them nearly every day, and check their progress. Anyways, we had a few deathly cold nights during a certain week. As it was a grill, whenever a bird fell into a crevice, we'd take them out and return them to the nest. One night, it was worse than ever, and I was barely able to sleep. I woke up, and as usual, they're there. But, two of the three lay limp, and stiff. They had got stuck during the night, and had frozen to death. I gathered my siblings, and comforted them as they cried. We disposed of them properly, and respectfully. The surviving bird lived and prospered, whilst met with these conditions. It flew off after the time was right. Last year: Again, we were met with another flock of three. We had raised them well during their child stages, where they were but skinny pink masses. During a heat wave, an insect epidemic occurred in our state (I live in Utah, reader's pleasure) and we were met with terrifying results. Another fateful school morning, I checked, after wiping the sweat from my brow. They seemed [i]alive[/i], but inasmuch as this seemed, they were literally [i]pulsating[/i]. It turns out they succumbed to the heat wave, and a tigerfly had layed it's larvae in the lot of them. Underneath their skin, maggots squirmed and wriggled, making me angey at the sight. This was met with a well-earned middle finger from twelve-year-old me, as well as an ignition sequence. As those little bastards popped under the heat, I smiled, whilst wiping the oncoming waves of tears filling my tender eyes.[/spoiler] Condolences, OP. I wish you the best.