The camera showed that the falcons had not returned to their nest.
They'd been coming there for nine years in a row, pretty long for wild birds.
It wasn't unheard of for birds to abandon their nests if they felt threatened.
In this case it was, the nest was on a skyscraper ledge about nine floors up.
They left behind four eggs though one of then didn't look right.
It was larger and... lumpy?
Was it possible that they mistook a ball for one of their eggs?
Maybe it was food or something, the feed was quite hazy still.
The building's owners decided to leave the nest alone in case the falcons returned.
As the week went on the chances of them returning dropped.
Stormy weather was forecast, the eggs (now probably dead) wouldn't make it.
The winds picked up and the nest was flung to pieces.
The eggs rolled about the dipped ledge, smashing on the walls.
The strange not-egg rolled around also, revealing tiny ears.
Tiny human ears and a bloody stump where a neck would be.
Where the face should be there was instead a sheet of laminated paper sewn on.
It read:
Two birds, one stone.
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