So sad

We woke up this morning to discover all the baby birdies died. We buried them in the backyard in their nest and had a little funeral. Matt and I have decided we've committed involuntary birdslaughter, but there's a good case for depraved indifference murder. My heart is broken. Maybe this is what parenthood does to you -- you develop an empathy you never really knew you were capable of. Everyone except Andrew, that is (see comment 1 to previous post). Not cool, Media Dude.

But as an interesting and/or disturbing aside, it seems the Mr. and I have created some bad bird karma. Last week, a bird committed suicide by crashing through the window of our garage door and hitting my van. (At the risk of sounding callous, my van was fine. The bird? Not so much.) It appeared to have died instantly. And $105.73 later, we have a new window on the garage door.

But since these things come in 3's, here's the question -- does the death of the baby birds count as one event, such that we have one more bird death on its way? OR, since we killed 5 baby birds (+ the one that killed itself = 6), are we done? I can only imagine that some sort of Alfred Hitchcock-inspired massacre awaits us...