What Happened To Your Birds?

Walking home from Safeway, my arms balanced with bags, I noticed a man who had leaned his grocery bags against the building adjacent to the bus-stop. A few steps after I had passed, I remembered him. I turned back and asked him, “Aren’t you the man that I took a picture of here at the bus-stop a few months ago just after you bought your birds?”  “Oh yeah”, he said, “I remember you”. “ Do you want a copy of the picture?” I said. “No, I don’t care”, he said. As I started to walk away he said, “Do you know what happened to my birds?”  “Well no, I don’t, what happened to them?” I said. “My neighbor killed them, they sang all day and he worked nights so…” “I am sorry to hear about that” shaking his hand. I re-distributed my bags and started to walk away. “Yeah, I remember you”, he said.