So me and Tyne are running along the outside shortcut back to the dorms, so we can drop off our bags and catch the bus, when Tyne suddenly screeches to a halt and just stares.

So I stop too.

"It's a bird," says she.

I look. So it is. On the side of the path is this bird. Just sitting there. It's kind of a sort grey/brown colour, with red under it's wings.

She pokes it.

"Well, it's still alive, but it's not moving."

I took a look around. "Uh, Tyne?"

"Yeah?"

"There's a *lot* of birds."

She looked. There were birds scattered all through the snow, some alive, some dead, some looking like they'd died mid-nose-dive, with their wings outspread and their faces buried in snow.

Sometimes there was no bird, just a pile of feathers and a bunch of blood.

It was weird.

We determined that they'd all as a flock hit the windows (that were just above) of Tower 2.

But yesterday a bird hit Jesslyn's window while she was in there.

THUNK.

And left a bloody smear.

Jaclyn and I went out to see if there was a dead bird below, because Jess was traumatized, and there wasn't one (but there was one about ten metres away, but we didn't tell her that).

Bird are beautiful, but birds are stupid.

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Rosie.

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