#3

A fledgling robin is sitting on the fence behind the house.  From the kitchen window, she can see him. A fluffy, happy little guy, meeping at the wind, and yearning to fly. He has backed himself into a corner where the fence along the west side of the house meets the back porch.  

Two days later a stray cat is sitting in a pile of grey and brown feathers, a smug look on its face. There is no more meeping.