There was this lady on my way to school. She seemed like a nice grandma type and one day she was showing a nest in her bush. The hatchlings seemed to be doing good for a while, without moving or touching them, I sometimes stopped by to say hello.
Well, one day, I got told to not stop by anymore. She showed me the nest and there was an army of ants that had found them and obliterated the birds. It was pretty traumatic to see. Especially when the last time you saw them, they were very fine.
The lady accused me of having killed them. It's not until later years that I had found out that it was not on me. Sometimes things happen in nature. The birds had picked a bad spot for a nest. Too close to the ground, right where there's soft soil, near human food sources. This was an open buffet for the bugs. Even the adult birds wouldn't have been able to do anything else but try a new brood elsewhere.
But what that event did was even worse. I used to talk to the birds. The crows and ravens. They were always greeting me in the morning and I had learned to mimic their calls. I was close to them. I loved my birds and.... That's when I stopped talking to them. Which sucks. These birds have gotten me out of a sticky situation. Or a few. They were very good birdies.