[395 words] Wednesday morning, as I drove in, I noticed dark feathers flopping around on the parking lot. It looked like a bird had a broken wing and was trying to right himself. The wings kept fluttering, but the bird silhouette that is normal for a bird never emerged. I immediately wondered what happened. Was it a baby who had fallen out of the nest? Was it a bird who had a spinal injury by flying into a glass door? As I approached, I noticed it was not one bird but two. Both were on the ground, one bird had the other pinned and was pecking mercilessly at the other. As much as the other wanted to get up and get away, the feet were locked and he was not strong enough. Meanwhile, birds everywhere were watching this struggle and chirping their approval or disapproval at this scene. I approached…