For several years now, I’ve been regularly walking the trails near my home—at least twice a week. During that time, I’ve seen many strange and unusual things.
But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw one morning when I set out for my usual walk. I was walking quietly among the trees when my gaze was caught by a strange pile lying on the ground in front of me.
At first glance, it looked as if someone had thrown hundreds of tennis balls into the forest – bright yellow spots stood out sharply against the background of brown leaves and the green undergrowth.
I approached, thinking it might be trash left by tourists or children. But what I saw made my heart skip a beat. These weren’t bullets. These were living beings.
Before me were dozens of tiny chicks. Tiny—wet, trembling, barely out of the egg.
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