"The birds, Clarice..."

This is random, but here goes...

For the past three of four days, as I've walked around the city, I've happened into an inordinate number of dead baby birds. The smallest was just out of its shell and had no feathers. Today's baby bird was older, probably old enough to fly. I don't know if it's the season for mother birds to be pushing their babies out of the nest and I'm seeing the ones who didn't take flight, or what. Although at least two of the birds were clearly not old enough. I don't know what the deal is. Maybe it's a sign, but of what?

Like I said, random.