Again?!

I saw yet another smushed bird at Finch station. Two, actually.

One was just a clump of feathers. The other was a mass of red and fluff. The blood seemed to have plastered it to the ground, with the help of numerous buses rolling over it repeatedly. Eew, I say.

These birds have to either learn to look out for themselves, or the bus drivers must be more attentive and cautious. Of course, one would expect these birds to take flight when a bus is roaring towards them, right?